I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

When you love someone more than he loves you, you'll do anything to switch the scales. You dress the way you think he'd like you to dress. You pick up his favorite figures of expression. You tell yourself that if you re-create yourself in his image, then he'll crave you in the same way you crave him.

What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?

We could all be lucky. We could all be what we want to be, instead of who someone else told us to be.

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