I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.

It's easier to write about pain than about joy. Joy is wordless.

You have to enjoy being a woman. Why should being a woman be such a negative thing where you always have to improve yourself? I have never in my entire life met a man who didn't want to go to bed with me because I was too fat.

Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye.

My mother wanted me to be her wings, to fly as she never quite had the courage to do. I love her for that. I love the fact that she wanted to give birth to her own wings.

Keeping a journal implies hope.

The hardest part is believing in yourself at the notebook stage. It is like believing in dreams in the morning.