I forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.

I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe.

I was trying to prove to them and to myself that I was still who I had always been. I was beautiful, if fat. I was smart, if loud. I was good, if ruined.

I think you only learn what kind of personality you have by committing to things.

We have this desire for everything to be explained to us. But if you go through your daily actions, very little ends up having a written-down explanation for why things happen, or why people do specific things. So it made sense to me to reflect the human condition that not every action has an explanation. We act, and then later maybe come to an understanding about it, or maybe not.

Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.

I wish you all a long and happy life