I do think it is harder to acknowledge our strengths, or to forgive ourselves and each other for our shortcomings, when there has not been a result we can all agree on.

That is how we lived, happily and without hope. I was very young then, and I did not miss having a future because I did not know I was entitled to one.

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive

I'm really interested in people's decisions.

I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

I'm not happy with just repeating myself.