There was nothing you couldn't do if you wanted it bad enough, and were willing to work hard enough to get it.

We are always better than before when those we love inflict wounds upon us.

Writing is a solitary endeavor, but not a lonely one. When you write, your world is populated by the characters you invent and you feel those people filling your lives.

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.

I'm surprisingly practical in much of my life, but not when it comes to my shoes.

.. that terrible feeling that you're not good enough to be loved by the people you love most, and eventually by anyone else.

Remember me? I'm back to my old self again. No responsibilities, no attachments, no encumbrances. I don't want to own anything, love anyone, or get too attached to people, places or things. It's a rule that seems to work well for me.