What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

I fell into the books, and left myself there for safekeeping.

I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

I know I've had an unusual beginning and a colourful life, but that wouldn't matter if I couldn't make it speak to other people.

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it.

Any measurement must take into account the position of the observer. There is no such thing as measurement absolute, there is only measurement relative.

Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door.