No matter how bad things get, you can always see the beauty in them. The worse things get, the more you have to make yourself see the magic in order to survive.

Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.

You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.

We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters

The wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because it always does, because why else would it exist and it will make everything hurt a little less. You just have to believe in yourself.

Just like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same.