It's true the people we meet shape us. But the people we don't meet shape us also, often more because we have imagined them so vividly. There are people we yearn for but never seem to meet.

I think we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a part of us once hatched.

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

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.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.