I know that there will be other women, but they couldn't compare. Maybe I'll change, maybe love will change, but I think we were a once-in-a-lifetime. You could never leave me; that's why I am not more upset. You can't possibly break these feelings. They stretch, and they last.

A woman isn't all that different from a bonfire. A fire's a beautiful thing, right? Something you can't take your eyes off, when it's burning. If you can keep it contained, it'll throw light and heat for you. It's only when it gets out of control that you have to go on the offensive.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

You live and let live, eventually that becomes enough.

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

Just 'cause you can't see me don't mean I gone away.

I think my writing has become "cleaner."