Love is the force that brings us back together, in order to condense the experience dispersed in many lives and many parts of the world.

Every person on the face of the earth has a gift. In some this reveals itself spontaneously, others have to work to find it.

God, in his infinite wisdom, hid Hell in he middle of Paradise, to keep us on our toes.

I don't regret the painful times; I bare my scars as if they were medals.

We need to forget what we think we are, so that we can really become what we are.

The gods throw the dice and they don't ask whether we want to be in the game or not.

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.