The heart wants what the heart wants," she says, somewhat cryptically. I purse my lips in disapproval. "You'd think the heart would know better.

It's always the people who don't want things who get them.

Sometimes you have to find the passion. It comes from the inside... Everyone has to find it for themselves.

The world is full of people who all want the same thing, and you have to do a little something extra to make them remember you.

The heart wants what the heart wants

Grace was one of those types who never changed but only aged and had no apparent expectations or ambitions other than the wish that her life should remain the same.

There's a brief moment when you first wake up, where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness.