I don't actually think “true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn't true it can't be love.

I huff and puff and struggle with every sentence, paragraph and page - sometimes every word as well.

However much you love somebody, you should always keep a part of yourself to yourself. Never give it all. You can never be yourself otherwise.

Life is not like a novel, but a novel can be like life. The best ones always are.

History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.

He thought: How difficult it is to explain yourself to yourself. Sometimes there only is, and no knowing.

There are times when you don't know yourself. There are times when you don't want to know yourself. There are times when you want to be what you have never allowed yourself to be before.

And when someone else speaks your name you feel pleased. You feel wanted. You feel there. Alive. Even if they're saying your name with dislike, at least you know you're you, that you exist.

Is it better to go with the flow or let the flow go?

Readers are made by readers - it is so obvious it is almost banal to say it.

When you are in your teenage years you are consciously experiencing everything for the first time, so adolescent stories are all beginnings. There are never any endings.

The greatest satisfaction comes not from chasing pleasure and avoiding pain, but from the radical acceptance of life as it is, without fighting and clinging to passing desires.

This kiss was better than any climb or bungee jump or zip line. Better than any other kiss. Damn him.

For awakened human beings, there was no obligation—none, none, none at all—except this: to search for yourself, become sure of yourself, feel your way forward along your own path, wherever it led.

What was I to you?" he asked. She didn't answer but turned and walked away. That's when he knew: Nothing or everything.

To know oneself, one should assert oneself.

In order to judge properly, one must get away somewhat from what one is judging, after having loved it. This is true of countries, of persons, and of oneself.

I want our pie to grow all the people, but if some other guy's pie is growing a little faster, that's terrific.

Give shape, artist! don't talk! Your poem be but a breath.

Enthusiasm is grave, inward, self-controlled; mere excitement, outward, fantastic, hysterical, and passing in a moment from tears to laughter.

Be truly whole, and all things will return to you.