..to change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.

You were in my arms for the first time, and you said my name, 'Tristan.' I answered you: 'Isolde.' Isolde. The world became a word.

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you.

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

As a writer, if you're prepared to work from your own wound, you're allowing people into the most vulnerable parts of yourself.

Don’t lie. You know you like to view but not to buy. I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first. And that is the stubbornness in me: I do not want to be someone’s little home.

A bridge is a meeting place . . . a possibility, a metaphor.