Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

Instead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.

You've got to stop thinking everyone's problems can be solved by falling in love.

I don't trust an organization that would make policy out of fear.

You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.