He could lose himself in her forever, he thought.

This body is breaking down, but I am not.

You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.

I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But who knows? Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

Luck never gives; it lends.

I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.