I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

When you love someone, it doesn't really matter if they love you back or not. Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.

I think that's the moment when we all grow up, when we stop blaming our parents for the messes we've made out of our lives and start owning the consequences of our actions.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.

We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

Hope is good. Without it, well, you do the math. But hope has to be like a prayer. Putting it out there to something more powerful than yourself.

The good is the Enemy of the best. Until you depart from the good, you cannot enter God's best for your life.

There's no more secure investment in the next generation than your prayers for your children!

Adoption is grief in reverse.

Vexed sailors curse the rain for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

There's a pervasive feeling that when somebody sings a song and records a song on a record, that it's their true feeling.

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?

I have a feeling that wherever I may be in the future, I will be wondering whether there is rain at Ngong.

An artist is a person who thinks more than there is to think, feels more than there is to feel, and sees more than there is to see.

As we grow up, it feels like you should either invite people into your life or not. There should be fewer and fewer instances of friends you ‘can only take in small doses.’

If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers