I am defined not just by what you see, but by the potential within me, the possibilities I represent

— Evy Michaels

I am not a prisoner to be locked up in people's ideologies, I am not a criminal to be locked up in your mind, I am a free spirit and I make no apologies for it

— Evy Michaels

I blind myself to see the bright fireplace radiating skin piercing warmth. The yellow illuminating a lonely light that unites with the red to create an ambiance so comforting. They burn and hush, they rise and fall, they breathe and devour together in synch; creating a bond, a bond thicker than blood, forged by love and held together by an insurmountable friendship. You cannot separate them, you'll burn. She is red, he is yellow and they are fire

— Evy Michaels

I could feel her heart break from a thousand miles away, I cried her tears, I mourned her loss. I saw the pain beneath that smile, the strength behind those eyes. Our silence spoke about our presence... What a conniving double-edged sword pain is, breaking and binding us concurrently. Such a profound thing love is, that someone once a stranger I now call mother

— Evy Michaels

I forgive you All I had to offer you was sadness My eyes shed sadness My face speaks sadness My lips smile sadness My voice spews sadness My touch spreads sadness forgive you for leaving, for I have become an infectious incurable virus threatening to destroy everything you are not Such a happy delicate thing she is, isn't she? She has no idea, does she? How long before you turn her into sadness...

— Evy Michaels

If they call you crazy, you are doing something right

— Evy Michaels

If you judge art be its cover, you efface the very essence of it

— Evy Michaels

If you judge art by its cover, you efface the very essence of it

— Evy Michaels

If you want to vanish then vanish away, don't vanish into my dreams If an escape is what you are looking for, don't take me along with you, I let you go a long time ago, then why are you still here If the memory of you wishes to fade away Why do you go on and torture my soul

— Evy Michaels

I have my mother's smile, shy. Endearing, warm, whimsical, inviting you to reveal yourself, daring you to show me who you really are. I have my mother's eyes, skeptical, penetrating, calculating, judicious, you don't have to tell me, I already know

— Evy Michaels