I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.

You don't fight for peace sister,' Nahara told me, 'You embrace it.

Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.

Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

I never even believed in happiness. I didn't think it existed. Now look at me. I'm ready to believe in just about anything.