Life was complicated, I thought. Not just the living but dealing with the realities and the instinct for order that other people have, that I didn't always grasp.

All you could do was hope for silence, for still air.

Strange that, the way happiness only works in retrospect.

Know that time is a balm that slowly heals all wound. You'll heal, you'll learn to live with the scars, you'll love again and you won't be the same, nor would you want to

There’s a correlation between the number of digits on a man’s bank balance, and, the number of things that his woman is willing to forgive him for.

Want is an empty void — your real value is full and abundant.

...one can never leave home...one carries the shadows, the dreams, the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes...

You're not too fat; you're just in the wrong country.

I had been introduced to psychotherapy, in which the doctors let you talk, talk, talk, until you find the source of your problem or find another doctor.

The pain was considerable, but trivial compared with my mental state.

Pride looks down, and no one can see God but by looking up.

Hope for forces which you do not yet have. That is what is most impossible, and nevertheless possible.

The critic does his utmost to blight genius in its infancy; that which rises in spite of him he will not see; and then he complains of the decline of literature.