There is no such thing as a good writer and a bad liar.
I do not say what I feel, and people often take that for shyness, even kindness.
All intimacy is rare-that's what makes it precious.
The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.
Some people are your family no matter when you find them, and some people are not, even if you are laid, still wet and crumpled, in their arms.
I have made the best and happiest ending that I can in this world, made it out of the flax and netting and leftover trim of someone else's life, I know, but made it to keep the innocent safe and the guilty punished, and I have made it as the world should be and not as I have found it.