In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

When your partner is regularly going out to bars and nightclubs and does not come home until after sunrise, it is likely that they are engaging in some form of infidelity.

Uncle Vernon’s face worked furiously. The idea of being taught consideration by a man who had just blasted away half his living-room wall seemed to be causing him intense suffering.

I often call my current work pornographic - when I don't, I can always be sure someone else will.

Nothing on earth compares to the strength God is willing to interject into lives caught in the act of believing.

Assured her I've never loved anyone except myself and have no intention of starting now.

It has come to my attention, that air pollution is polluting the air!

Poverty is bitter, but it has no harder pang than that it makes men ridiculous.

Tatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart was in her eyes.

Out of our deepest memories come the forgotten forms of the past, given new life by the living sentience of an ancient and eternal forest.

Wine gives a man nothing... it only puts in motion what had been locked up in frost.