Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.

The best way to die is when your living

Avoid men who call you Baby, and women who have no friends, and dogs that scratch at their bellies and refuse to lie down at your feet. Wear dark glasses; bathe with lavender oil and cool fresh water. Seek shelter from the sun at noon.

You can try to take sorrow and make it into something enduring, meaningful and beautiful. I always feel guilty that this is my job, that I get to do this

Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.

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