you couldn't talk yourself into love any more than you could talk yourelf out of it.

There was a strange kind of comfort in misunderstandings and differences that were old enough to have lost their teeth.

I know this much: if you gotta write, honey, you gotta write. Some call it a disease, some a madness. Ah, but I call it love.

If you're around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don't hold back.

If you don't kill yourself right away when something terrible happens ... if you go on living, you become a different person.

gardening is a madness and a rapture.

He found me when I was at my lowest point.