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.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

We see in others what we want and what we fear.

Hands have their own language.

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.

Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.