Sorry is for the things you've done that you shouldn't have not for things you believe in.

Blame is a bitter and indigestible thing, even when the blame is a coat you cut for yourself, even when you stood right there and got yourself measured so you could wear it right.

Don’t ever stop writing. This is the way the world will find out who you are.

Sorry is for the things you've done that you shouldn't have not for things you believe in.

Let the past be what it was, the present what it is, the future the best it can be.

A life to hold, or to see slip through uncaring and inattentive hands, but always a life. And given one, we wish for two, or three, or more, so easily forgetting the one we had was spent unwisely

Loneliness is a drug, a narcotic; it grows through veins, through nerves and muscles; it assumes some right of possession over your body and mind; it feeds itself, and creates its own requirement. Loneliness and solitude are walls.