Alice Bag

During my 20__ and 30__ at some point I started to think, __ have to give it up and I have to grow up._ But the truth is that I can never give it up and that__ another thing that I always tell people, especially young people: don__ even bother thinking that you__e going to give up whatever your art or your creative thing is. It__ always there for you.

My sexuality is not an inferior trait that needs to be chaperoned by emotionalism or morality.

I don__ want to accidentally end up looking back on my life to find that I__ ashamed of myself, I want to live a life I can be proud of.

What a waste my life would be without all the beautiful mistakes I've made.

If you__e not smiling at yourself in the mirror, you probably need to check that the life you__e building is aligned to the life you dreamed for yourself. And if you__e not dreaming, you need to start dreaming.

Sifting through long forgotten stories of my childhood and writing on a daily basis, I became obsessed with following the threads of my memories, one leading to another. I start pulling on a single, seemingly trivial strand, only to discover it is attached to a longer strand; that one in turn is attached to an even bigger one. Sometimes, I find have tugged a whole, hidden tapestry of my past into view, one thread at a time.

If anyone hits me, they can expect to be hit back, and harder. I never turn the other cheek because in my experience that doesn__ work.

On the way home from church, I felt like I was walking on clouds, as pure as an angel. I wished a car would run me down at that very instant, so I could die and go straight to heaven before I had a chance to sin again.