Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.

...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again

Girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women.

the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.