He was the sort of guy who took a lot without giving her anything back The more he hurt her the more desperately she loved him. Life's strange. Sometimes things happen almost as if we're punishing ourselves for some fault that we can't really identify.

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.

The best evidence that time travel is impossible is the fact that we haven't been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.

On calm days, you always think you've conquered them. You think that in the end you've finally done them in. That you've got rid of them for good, now and forever. But that seldom happens. Most of the time, the demons are still there, lurking somewhere in the shadows. Tirelessly waiting for the moment when our guard drops. And when love goes away.

A miserable collection of little secrets, that's all any of us is.

In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children. It doesn't work like that today. Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love? I've no idea.

You are your own refuge There is no other You cannot save another You can only save yourself.