There is nothing perfect...only life.

You can't stop your heart from loving, really -- it's like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to stop.

In a way, humans are not made of skin and bones as such, as we're made of stories.

That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love. ~Page 133.

This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.

For me, creativity is essentially a spiritual experience, a conversation between my soul and me.

So few people know what they're capable of.