The only wrong thing, perhaps, is permanently hesitating on the verge of courage.

There is no place so AWAKE and ALIVE as the edge of becoming.

People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's that hard.

All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.

I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.

Honeybees depend not only on physical contact with the colony, but also require it's social companionship and support. Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die.

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