Isn't that how it is when you must decide with your heart? You are not just choosing one thing over another. You are choosing what you want. And you are also choosing what somebody else does not want, and all the consequences that follow. You can tell yourself, That's not my problem, but those words do not wash the trouble away. Maybe it is no longer a problem in your life. But it is always a problem in your heart.

I think books were my salvation, they saved me from being miserable.

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

I don't steer clear of genres. I simply haven't steered myself toward some of them.

I love and am loved, fully and freely, nothing expected, more than enough received.

My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.