Your actions are your own. Your choices are your own. Each of us carries a burden of guilt for decisions made or not made. You can let that rule your whole life or you can put it behind you and move on. Only a madman lets jealousy determine the course of his existence. Only a weak man blames others for his own errors.

His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men; the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.

Hope is such a tenuous quality. To feel it and then to be denied what one most longs for ... Better, surely, not to hope at all, than to open the heart to a hope that is impossible.

As a novelist, I'm endlessly fascinated by human behavior and interactions.

This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.

You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.

She went on because there was no going back.