The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.