Marisa Crane

My favorite nightcap, after all this time, is still the cocktail of you.

If only I had known then the speed with which she could die, maybe I wouldn’t have become the hemlock.

We’re so infatuated with studying labels that we forget to read between the lines of one another.

Standing on the doorstep of desire, I hold this bouquet like a gun and these vows like a petition for the death penalty.

The Smiths dream into my ear on this lost and lonely morning. I sing along like it is the only prayer I know (forgive me, Mother Mary).

Loving him is like trying to hold onto an armful of balloons. Maybe I need someone to come along and pop them.

I am an eternally deluded person. No one is as deluded as I am. How clear this is to me when I do zazen!

Imperfections make you beautiful, they make you who you are.

The kind of beauty I want most is the hard-to-get kind that comes from within- strength, courage, dignity.

I intend to be me. Whatever that is.

Loving yourself…does not mean being self-absorbed or narcissistic, or disregarding others. Rather it means welcoming yourself as the most honored guest in your own heart, a guest worthy of respect, a lovable companion.

Being cool is being your own self, not doing something that someone else is telling you to do.

The only service a friend can really render is to keep up your courage by holding up to you a mirror in which you can see a noble image of yourself.

I’ve never wanted to look like models on the cover of magazines. I represent the majority of women, and I’m very proud of that.

I’ve never had a problem with how I look. I’d rather have lunch with friends than go to the gym.

I have never been insecure, ever, about how I look, about what I want to do with myself. My mum told me to only ever do things for myself, not for others.

The mirror can lie, doesn’t show you what’s inside.

For a long time I hated my body, because I was constantly suffering. But now I look at it like an old Mercedes with chrome bumpers. It costs a fortune to repair, it breaks down all the time, you can only use it once a week, the seat leather is starting to crack – but nonetheless it’s mine.

I’m here to show you imperfection. The beauty is in the imperfection.

Because of the self-confidence with which he had spoken, no one could tell whether what he said was very clever or very stupid.

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what anybody else thinks, as long as you’re happy.