I still believe in love. I always will. It's my blessing and my burden.

It's no accident that most self-help groups use 'anonymous' in their names; to Americans, the first step toward redemption is a ritual wiping out of the self, followed by the construction of a new one.

The most beautiful faces have some ugly in them.

Just breathing can be such a luxury sometimes.

Some strangers become more important to you than family, maybe because you're not expected to love them. You can leave them whenever you want to. They can, too. Every moment together is a choice.

The strange anthropological lesson of social media is that human beings, if given a choice, often prefer to socialise alone.

What was more humiliating, I wondered: having to beg for someone's cold chicken bones or being offered them?