I'm much faster now. When you only have a certain amount of time to write, after a while you learn to use your time well or you stop writing

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.

I thought that love was a river, endless and deep. I thought it merely happened, washing over you like water. It was nothing to search for, nothing to force. I didn't understand that even when we can't control our fate, we alone have the last say in matters of the heart. We can give it freely, even in the worst of times, even when it isn't returned.

It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.

People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.

Some stories stayed with you even when you wanted to forget them.