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.

Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals

If people aren't educated, they can't question. If they can't question, they can't change anything, which is great for the status quo and all the people who can question them at their own level.

You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved.

Why is the measure of love loss?

Six books… my mother didn’t want books falling into my hands. It never occurred to her that I fell into the books – that I put myself inside them for safe keeping.

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