I don't want to have to give up me, in order to be his.
Somebody once said to me that photography and writing don't get respect because people think that they can do it, too.
I decided I would never do interviews again.
And the worst thing she had heard were the words he hadn't said, the fact that he hadn't loved her.
He was gone, and she was broken hearted, that was all that mattered.
Love is quite violent. It is so painful at times, so devastating. And there is nothing worse or better. We find the highs and lows equally unbearable. But then again, the absence of them is more so.