He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.

Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

She carries chaos like an overcoat.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there are three lives before you: His life, Her Life, and Your life together.