Nothing is forever, but there's a continuing stream of people who go through our lives and continue with us... Nothing just stops and stays... But it flows on... Like a river.

In my late teenage years, I developed a real passion for it, and wrote a lot of poetry.

At the moment, I'm enjoying John Grisham quite a bit.

Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings.

I have these wonderful homes, and no one to share them with.

Sometimes, I think one should only live in the present. The past is only a heavy burden to carry with you. And yet... it's so hard to let them go... to forget... to move ahead.

I move between San Francisco and Paris... I have a wonderful beach house in California.