Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.

And then I understood that she had no idea what she'd done to my family. She thought love and hatred were equal.

You are only worthy of what you prove yourself to be.

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 what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.

Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.

Emily Brontë's "Wuthering Heights" was extremely important to me.