I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

I began to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.

But I don't have anything left inside of me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want.

She would be quiet at first. Then she would say a word about something small, something she had noticed, and then another word, and another, each one flung out like a little piece of sand, one from this direction, another form behind, more and more, until his looks, his character, his soul would have eroded away . . . I was afraid that some unseen speck of truth would fly into my eye, blur what I was seeing and transform him from the divine man I thought he was into someone quite mundane, mortally wounded with tiresome habits and irritating imperfections.

The life we receive is not always what we choose.

The forbidden things were a great influence on my life. I was forbidden from reading A Catcher in the Rye.