The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.

Everyone makes mistakes, even if some are worse than others. Accidents happen.

Maybe I’d like to be defined by what I am.

Now it was coming to an end, and it was like he was watching the last flicker of light wink out in the darkness of an endless tunnel.

Most people don’t know how to appreciate the silence. They can’t help talking.

You can't be a writer if you don't write, it's just that simple.

Being in love, I find myself smiling for no reason at all.