Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things

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.

Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself - who have felt the same way we have, who have occupied the rooms we find ourselves locked in at various points of our lives.

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.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

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

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