Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.

Crying wasn't like riding a bike. Give it up, and you quickly forget how it's done.

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

It's not the lie that's the problem; it's the distance the lie forges between you.

How could I tell the doctor what was wrong with me? I didn't understand it myself. I couldn't articulate the pain; it was the pain of nothingness. My fear was of the weather, the atmosphere, the very air. What good did safety tips do me now? 'Avoid water, metal objects, rooftops; stay off the telephone in a storm, don't think glass can protect you; even if a storm was 8 miles away, you're still not safe from a strike. Avoid life perhaps that was the answer. The number one safety tip, stay away from it all.

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