I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

Television has spread the habit of instant reaction and stimulated the hope of instant results.

Sometimes you think you want to know something, but it's actually more exciting and more resonant when you have to try [and figure it out].

With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks, you've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books.

We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously

Wine is wonderful stuff. But so many people are put off by the snobbery of it.

I always want to keep things unwritten. I'm inspired by Bob Dylan, who's kept evolving and changing his sound. I think that's what you should do as an artist. Why be comfortable?

You shine for who you are ... because no one can steal your light.

The gladiator is formulating his plan in the arena or essentially Too late.

Each of us has a genuine capacity for love, forgiveness, wisdom and compassion. Meditation awakens these qualities so that we can discover for ourselves the unique happiness that is our birthright.

Some of the gold possessed by the Romans is doubtless mixed with what we now possess; and some small part of it will be handed down as long as the human race exists.