This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

A dutiful mother is someone who follows every step her child makes...And a good mother is someone whose child wants to follow her.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

Life can change in an instant; don't be so worried about the future that you forget to celebrate what you have right now.

When a freedom is taken away from you, I suppose, you recognize it as a privilege, not a right.