I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.

How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?" Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. "That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.

One must have a good memory to keep the promises one has made.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

Your problem isn't the problem, it's your attitude about the problem.

She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.

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.