Love is the only rational act.

There is no formula to relationships.

Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for.

But our eyes are different, what you see ain't what I see.

You have to work at creating your own culture.

But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.

But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.