There were so many things we left unsaid. Depending on how you look at it, whether you think it was worth saying it out loud, or better kept inside.

How queer it was for two lovers to suddenly turn into strangers?

We can get through this. You just have to believe in that because we don’t know if a miracle is about to come our way.”- Afia

She'd brought everybody apart, tearing the whole family that was once a compact groundwork into a whole new design, ugly and non-structured.

Sometimes, things didn't always happen as we wanted them to.

He’d managed to take hold of her being, her poise and twisted it that it’d mutilated so bad. Even she had forgotten how it had felt to be sane.

Horror was written all over his face as he began to understand that that child of his wasn’t stupid, or immune to what he had done in the past. It had greatly affected her.

To lose someone after you’ve loved them was tougher than losing them when you’ve never even met them.

I didn't know that I've completely left them all in the past. There's a part of me, wishing and hoping, that she would come back for me, and we would start a new life together, but she didn't.

What Zayd had said to her was hurtful. The words speared across the most sensitive part of her heart like how a gardening spear cut along the leaves, leaving the top part of the bushes bare and lost.

A few years ago, she thought someone had finally come to love her and accepted her unconditionally, but she was wrong. You couldn’t really define love with money. It was more than that.

Man, the living creature, the creating individual, is always more important than any established style or system.

You can tell you ate too much for Thanksgiving when you have to let your bathrobe out.

A loss never bothers me after I take it. I forget it overnight. But being wrong - not taking the loss - that is what does damage to the pocketbook and to the soul.

Part of what compels me to write day after day, chapter after chapter, is the discovery process, seeing the characters evolve as I get deeper and deeper into the story.

Really life is about narcissism; no one is ever thinking about you much. You always think people are thinking about you way more than they are.

Home was always the place she went to when she had to start over.

Kennedy invited us into the White House-the first time in the history of the White House picketers had been invited inside. This made front page headlines.

Whatever, I'm getting cheese fries.

You can win with the best product, the best price, or the best experience.

Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy.