I think that different things sell in different countries.

The optimist in me wants to believe sexuality will eventually become like handwriting: there’s no right way and wrong way to do it. We’re all just wired differently. It's also worth noting that when you meet someone, you never bother to ask if he’s right or left-handed. After all: does it really matter to anyone other than the person holding the pen?

It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

The first person you fell in love with stole your heart. The first person you made love with stole your soul. And if these were one and the same, you were doomed.

It takes two people to make a friendship work

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

Sometimes knowing what's right isn't a rational decision, or even what works on paper. Sometimes leaving is the best course of action after all.