Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Evil is a choice one makes, not a natural state of being.

Love risk when making money. Hate risk when investing money.

What happens when good people are put into an evil place? Do they triumph or does the situation dominate their past history and morality?

Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep.

My vanity is I'm terribly romantic! But being married is lovely.

There might be a different model for a literary community that's quicker, more real-time, and involves more spontaneity.

That man is rich whose pleasures are the cheapest.

One of the reasons many people don't have what they want is neglect. Neglect starts out as an infection and then develops into a disease.

[My favorite thing about motherhood is] that it's made me grow into a woman finally, and I finally grew up, thank God.

Poverty is the center of the Gospel.