I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

We make patterns, we share moments.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

I lean back on the pillows and look at the corners of the room. When I was a kid, I always wanted to live on the ceiling - it looked so clean and uncluttered, like the top of a cake.

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.''Why are you saying that?''She might need permission to die, Cal.''I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.''No.''It might be important.''It might make her die.

You want some sweet and lovely things, Tessa, but be careful. Other people can't always give you what you want.

Unfortunately, money make us happy - look around then say your opinion!

Think of the communication that takes place in your own life on a continuous basis—at home, at work, with friends, and beyond. When you actively listen to people, you enhance communication.

I learned a long time ago that it doesn't make me less of a woman because my babies come out of a different place. My C-sections have been fine.

Joy is the best makeup. But a little lipstick is a close runner-up.

You never shrink in stature by lifting someone else up.

You made a big mistake by letting me come, because now I'm going after your job

You can keep it to yourself, but you could also call a support team like the team at MS LifeLines. They are there to support the MS community and give good advice.

Where we go depends on what we know, and what we know depends on where we go.

An element of abstention, of restraint, must enter into all finer joys.

If I could only write, I'd write a nasty letter to the mayor, if he could only read.