Marisa Crane

You can tell a lot about a person by listening to the way they talk about someone they once loved.

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

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).

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

And all the while I thought I was drowning, I was actually the one holding my head under the water.

The thing is, she’s got heart, a colossal, mesmerizing one. She gives me a green flash love, the type you are rarely lucky enough to see but when you do, your entire sky is changed forever.

Anything is better than lies and deceit!

Thought is the original source of all wealth, all success, all material gain, all great discoveries and inventions, and all achievement.

Opinions are like asses, every body’s got one!

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.

Careful. We don’t want to learn from this.

My experience is that the teachers we need most are the people we’re living with right now.

You need to listen to your body because your body is listening to you.

I thought about writing a poem explaining how when you are lost at sea, even if you are rescued and survive, you never really come back. Then I realized everyone that’s ever been in love would already understand.

You’ve got to teach youngsters the difference between right and wrong, but you shouldn’t try to poke it down their throats. Let them ask the questions and then give them the answers.

They (wives) are people who think when the telephone bell rings, it is against the law not to answer it

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.

The less you know, the more you believe.

You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! You’re crazy!

Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.