Loving someone is a loss of freedom - but one doesn't think of it as loss because one gains so much else.

Pain is not love. Love flowers; love gives without taking; love is serene and calm.

Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

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

Writing has often been accompanied by terror, silences, and then wild bursts of private laughter that suddenly make all the dread seem worthwhile.

As long as I'm facing the right direction, it doesn't matter the size of my steps.

Images are ... a kind of emotional shorthand.