“The group of people in front of her was jovial and paid her no attention. The group behind was much the same. She was alone without being alone.”

“The only reaction Alexis could express to his response was: Mine. She pulled his neck lower, eager to feel his lips on hers, his warm mouth entwined with hers. He stroked her hunger with each brush of their lips, his body now laying on hers, kissing her until she wasn’t sure which way was up or down. Only, it didn’t stop with a kiss. Alexis knew it would never again stop with just a kiss.”

“Walk the midway and hear the carnival barker.Come see the freak named after his deceased father.Come see the prince who wants to abdicate his throne.Come see the son whose name is carved on a gravestone.”

“Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts”

“Umm, how old are you?” Alexis asked, a little hesitant to answer before making sure he wasn’t a minor.“Twenty-one, but age is just a number,” the guy responded.”

“You’ve sufficiently invaded every part of me, Alexis; my heart, my mind, and now my dreams.”

“Love could be immortalized. It could be remembered and written forever into the world, inscribed on some inanimate object. It could be wonderful words given by a loved one, or simple letters combined to show an unbroken bond." Alexis from "The Shoreline”

“I didn't want to be an immigrant. I was forced to be an immigrant. Alexis de Tocqueville, the French writer, said that the powerful and the happy never go into exile. He was right.”

“Who was that?""A one-night stand that didn't want to let go."Alexis looked over the sea of people, trying to find the woman.  "There seems to be a lot of those.""Too late to change my past now, but if I could, I would."Alexis gave him a disbelieving smirk.  "Are you saying, if you could have changed things, you would've waited for me?"He gave her his wicked grin.  "I'm saying I would have found you sooner.”

“Last night I missed two free throws which would have won the game against the best team in the state. The farm town high school I play for is nicknamed the "Indians," and I'm probably the only actual Indian ever to play for a team with such a mascot.This morning I pick up the sports page and read the headline: INDIANS LOSE AGAIN.Go ahead and tell me none of this is supposed to hurt me very much.”

“I guess music, particularly the blues, is the only form of schizophrenia that has organised itself into being both legal and beneficial to society.”