Even in times when it's difficult to figure out, how do you go forward, art - and books - always help

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

The more you feel, the stronger you are.

He was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.

What else is there to write about than love and loss?

My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.

Remember what I've told you. Remember me.