Real love moves freely in both directions. Don't waste your time on anything else.

The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.

Each evening, I ached for the shelter of my tent, for the smallest sense that something was shielding me from the entire rest of the world, keeping me safe not from danger, but from vastness itself. I loved the dim, clammy dark of my tent, the cozy familiarity of the way I arranged my few belongings all around me each night.

You get to define the terms of your life.

You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.

Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren't a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.