The void inside me starts to fill, but my heart has holes, and whatever it holds will run out, leaving me empty once again.

He might not be here, but the day he misses an opportunity to party is the day Jocelyn Wildenstein is considered the paragon of beauty.

The ocean fascinates me too. How it connects everything and everyone, but at the same time it divides us. It’s a mystery, full of life and possibilities. It’s just…phenomenal.

It’s all about that cosy, homey feeling, the one you leave behind when you travel across the world.

Ever since her diagnosis, she’s been fading like a light bulb with cancer’s hand on the rotary dimmer.

Have you ever loved someone so much that even when they chip pieces away from you, you still try to give them what’s left? I know I have… I know I do.

I can hear the tick tick tick in my head: A tripwire ready to explode in fury. And then, in my mind, I start to count down from ten…any moment now.

I guess we’re all guilty at some point of failing to appreciate the small things, because when we use a broad brush to paint our exemplary lives, we splatter ourselves with ignorance.

Many nights I watch the sun set. Many nights I watch the moon. They fascinate me. They’re the only things I get to share with everyone: the stars, the moon, the universe.

It’s like I’m on a roller-coaster ride, but I’m not allowed to get off. I’m strapped to the seat, and within eyesight the unfinished twirl of the track swirls into the air.

Since her diagnoses she has been fading like a light bulb with cancer’s hand on the rotary dimmer.

I perceive God everywhere in His works. I sense Him in me

The strength within you, divine soul, can survive any situation.

It doesn't matter how you conceive of divinity. It only matters that you see it in everything, including yourself.

I suppose that, after the passion of love, water rights have caused more trouble than anything else to the human species.

When I think about what fiction does morally, I'm happier thinking of a person full of multiplicities - sort of fragmented.

Children develop character by what they see, by what they hear, and by what they are repeatedly led to do.

We can all agree that first loves can be a scary thing, and that growing up is hard to do.

If we do not help a man in trouble, it is as if we caused the trouble.

If you seek what is honorable, what is good, what is the truth of your life, all the other things you could not imagine come as a matter of course.

Running alone is the toughest. You get to the point where you have to keep pushing yourself.