A writer is basically someone who shares his or her value or vision of the world.

He seemed to be talking about my fears, my insecurity, and my unwillingness to see what was wonderful because tomorrow it might disappear and I might suffer. The gods throw the dice, and they don't ask whether we want to be in the game or not.

now that she realized she had been waiting for him—she did not like that.

I've never been as happy as I am now, because I followed the signs, I was patient, and I know that this is going to change everything.

Everything is a matter of courage.

You will be loved and respected only if you love and respect yourself.

Hatred. Something almost as physical as walls, pianos, or nurses. She could almost touch the destructive energy leaking out of her body. She allowed the feeling to emerge, regardless of whether it was good or bad; she was sick of self-control, of masks, of appropriate behavior. Veronika wanted to spend her remaining two or three days of life behaving as inappropriately as she could.