I think now that being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligation but being able to love. To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free.

I realised something important: whatever is on the outside can be taken away at any time. Only what is inside you is safe.

I am much better at saying how I feel when I no longer feel it.

By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's.

This hole in my heart is in the shape of you. No one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently.

She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world.