In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

If you travel too often, you actually come face-to-face with what you're trying to escape. I feel like when I travel alone, sometimes it's like being locked in a hotel room with my own worst enemy.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be reborn.

Some studies show that we're physically attracted, like animal attraction, to people that have a different immune system to us. So even though I love cologne, it's probably keeping me from finding a good mate.