But love is different for every person. For some it's hate, for some it's joy, for some it's fear, for some it's jealousy, for some it's torture, for some it's peace. For some it's everything.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

When I started writing 'A Million Little Pieces,' I felt like it was the right story with the style I had been looking for, and I just kept going.

The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.

And loss of control is always the source of fear. It is also, however, always the source of change.

Be strong. Live honorably and with dignity. When you don't think you can, hold on.

Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And as ridiculous as it may sound, sometimes all any of us needs in life is for someone to hold our hand and walk next to us.

When something is staring you in the face in your life and you see it with your own two eyes and feel it within your heart only a fool doesn't believe it to be true.

The afternoon and the early evening slide by in a lidded daze where the ability to think in any identifiable way disappears and where every moment seems to be an eternity.

I always wanted to be the outlaw. And that's to a certain extent how I've lived.

He who does not contemplate the future is destined to be overwhelmed by it.

I wrote my earliest piece for The Sunday Times about being a young wife.

Not to forgive is to be imprisoned by the past, by old grievances that do not permit life to proceed with new business.

Miss X has always been a ditherer -- she was a ten month baby and has not improved in any material way since then.

Comfort is the god of our generation, so suffering is seen as a problem to be solved, and not a providence from God.

It is not pride when the beech-tree refuses to copy the oak. He knows his limitations. The only chance of any healthy life for him is to be as full a beech-tree as he can.

In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.

They ask me if I'm going to quit. I thought we were just getting started. We have a revolution to fight, a country to change.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.