People write to me all the time, and I write back.

I've come to believe that part of lovesickness comes from this conflict between control and desire. In love we have no control. Our hearts and minds are tormented, teased, enticed and delighted by the overwhelming strength of emotions that make us try to forget the real world.

You make choices that are good and sound, but the gods have other plans for you.

All these types of love come out of duty, respect, and gratitude. Most of them, as the women in my county know, are sources of sadness, rupture, and brutality.

There is no life without death. That is the true meaning of yin and yang

What stays with me most is a general sense of loss, unease, and longing for the past that cannot be relieved.

How can we not create a fantasy in our minds when the reality is so hard?