He brought out the worst in me, and was the best thing that ever happened to me.

When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

You cannot mistake thisYou cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this loveIt is so much more

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

You’re a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

He’s an indulgent sort of man……With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.

People come to me for the solution of their problem, if my knowledge and experience is not enough to solve the problem, I go to my library read the relevant book and provide the solution.

It's absurd how crazy love can make you......but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you!

One should be ever booted and spurred and ready to depart.

Art must take reality by surprise.

When you kill somebody in the movies, it matters, whereas in literature it can be allegorical.

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all

Everybody has a Big Momma: the mother or the grandmother who tells it like it is, keeps it real with them, isn't afraid to tell you the truth about yourself.

The river of time may fork into rivers, in which case you have a parallel reality and so then you can become a time traveler and not have to worry about causing a time paradox.

I loved teaching. It was my world. I only left because I was overwhelmed with three careers - teaching, writing, and my family.

What is it like to be connected to someone you can never get away from, for better or worse? I love trying to answer that question.