Emily Brontë's "Wuthering Heights" was extremely important to me.
I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.
This day is going to be awful. It's the sort of day you wouldn't mind losing completely, even if it meant your life would be twenty-four hours shorter.
My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.
He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.
The frightened walk away when love is difficult. I know that now. You have to be willing to give everything away. You have to be willing to end up with nothing. Only then will your heart be whole.