Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.

As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.

Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.