We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love.

You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.

The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter, a talk on the street, a book, a phrase learned.