I tended to give a book a chance and another chance and another, sometimes seeing it all the way to the end, still hoping for for it turn out different. Maybe I was confused about what you owed a book. What you owed people, for that matter, real or fictional.

You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.

When you're not sure whether you're in love with someone or not, the answer is not.

... But then again, a person could turn ugly. Their actual look could change when their actions were repulsive.

We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.

Sometimes that´s all you need…, to know it´s not broken. To know you’re still whole and that you’ll heal.

Onyx is angry," Damian says. "Onyx has a right to be angry. You've got to remember, for many elephants, their life is that of a human in a war-torn country. Ravaged homes, killed relatives, separation," Damian says. Here's another thing I've learned over two months--every elephants here has a sad story. Every captive elephant's story is one of loss and separation. Something to remember every time you see happy people getting elephant rides.