I want to know if we are the same, in the moments when we’re stripped bare.

Even when everything hurts, even when other cities are exploding and people we love are disappearing, there’s still space for sweet things.

We have to give up so many things when the people we love die. So we hang on to other familiar things.

I can’t quite figure out the difference between loving someone and loving things about them.

Love is insanity, apparently.

Love is something you have or don’t have. Love is like a fever.

It sounds like love just sort of happens, whether you want it to or not, whether you’re married or not.

Sometimes words I think are small come out big.

On our own, we’d look totally normal. Together, we’re something else. Together, we’re special.

We don’t smile, but we something. We something. It hurts, the way a deep connection to someone who isn’t yours sometimes does.

We are LornaCruzCharlotteDelilahIsla and we aren’t afraid of love, even if we’re supposed to be.

Your relevance starts the very moment you start solving people's problems

My father was a writer, so I grew up writing and reading and I was really encouraged by him.

I feel that special secret current between the public and me. I can hold them with one little note in the air, and they will not breathe. That is a great, great moment.

I had a lot of very religious influences - Christian religious.

Human beings have a vested interest in being trustworthy.

Prayer is not eloquence but earnestness.

Mine were informal mentors. They were all in my working life.

You have mosquitoes. I have the Press.

The more a person seeks security, the more that person gives up control over his life.

I think sometimes parents and teachers fail to stretch kids. My mother had a very good sense of how to stretch me just slightly outside my comfort zone.