What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?

There is a time to study a map passionately, obsessively. To see where you've gone, where others have gone before you. To commit to memory every obstacle, every danger. Shakespeare had a term for this obsession: mappery. But there is a time, too, when you say, come dragons. I challenge you to find me.

Maybe we don't have the same definition of about what's beautiful. So define it. Define true beauty.

That's when it struck me: how gorgeous we all were, even with cellulite (saw a lot of that) and stretch marks, scars and tattoos. Let me just say this, not single body was perfect, not even the fittest of women there.

Physical beauty wasn't the same as True Beauty, any more than pretty ugly meant truly ugly or Magnetic North meant True North.

Getting lost is just another way of saying 'going exploring.

I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful.