She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.

I didn't have much to say to anybody but kept to myself and my books. With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw it's fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known.

What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.

When you are used to the kind of life -of never getting anything you want- you stop knowing what it is you want.