There are voices and they must be heard.

Do you fall in love often?" Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.

Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.

the power of a text is not time-bound. The words go on doing their work.

Even the most solid of things, and the most real, the best-loved and the well-known, are only hand shadows on the wall. Empty space and points of light.

It may be that you are settled in another place it may be that you are happy but the one who took your heart wields final power.

If you continually write and read yourself as a fiction, you can change what's crushing you.