Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.

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

I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy. I would use my strength instead to nurture my belief that my life would unfurl uniquely.

Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.