If I can write one sentence, simple and true every day, I'll be satisfied.
Nothing hurts if you don't let it.
I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.
Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.
My life was my life; I would have to stare it down, somehow, and make it work for me.
More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.