Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.

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

The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

I walk out of the room, lurching under the weight of the lesson I've learned less than one hour into wifehood: How quickly the sweetest love turns rancid when it isn't returned. When the one you love loves someone else.

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