I do not admire greatness that has no substance.

I am not sure what lonliness is," she said. "If it is not literally being solitary, is it the fear of solitude, of being alone with oneself? I feel no such fear. I like being alone." "What do you fear then?" he asked her. She glanced briefly at him and smiled, a fragile expression that spoke for itself even before she found words. "Never finding myself again.

I'm terrified that I will never be able to put him from my mind. I don't love him but I'm afraid that he will make it impossible for me ever to love anyone else.

Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?

Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives.

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness.