Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

It’s precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive—or at least a partial sense of it.

That’s what love’s all about. You’re the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.

Judging the mistakes of strangers is an easy thing to do - and it feels pretty good.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me know whether or not I hurt you.

I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.