O I know they make war because they want peace; they hate so that they may live; and they destroy the present to make the world safe for the future. When have they not done and said they did it for that?

Always that tyrannical love reaches out. Soft words shrivel me like quicklime. She will not allow me to be cold, hungry. She will insist that I take her own coat, her own food.

Knowing it can always get worse, I try to be grateful for whatever good I have.

There was a point that I stopped crying. It's not just because I didn't feel pain anymore, not because I didn't feel sorrow. It was just to keep going. I mean, it just was to survive, to live.

Music is the unspoken language that can convey feelings more accurately than talking ever could.

You have to have short fingernails or they'd just break off, and you can't wear red polish - it looks like your fingers are bleeding.

It's not what happens to us that defines us. It's what we choose to do with what happens to us that defines us.