To survive one tragedy was to learn you cannot survive them all, and this knowledge was both a freedom and a great loss.

After all, the girl actually had faith in something, which was more than most people had in these dark times. It was wrong to destroy it.

A story is a wondrous invention.

We adapt to our sorrows, I suppose, as unpleasant as they might be. One cannot weep forever. One simply runs dry of tears.

One's child is always one's child no matter what age they might be. You worry when your child makes a noise, when he doesn't. It's a terrible kind of love. Terrible.

False assurances were certainly more harmful than none at all.

It was easy to imagine the beginning of time here, but also, perhaps, its end.

Life is an adventurous story filled with triumph and tragedy.

We both want you dead. I'm bringing the friendship bracelets to the next meeting.

The days are too short even for love how can there be enough time for quarreling?

There is indeed a heaven on this earth, a heaven which we inhabit when we read a good book.

I think I'll stay alive here a bit longer, and see with my own eyes what's going to happen. I can still die after that - it won't be too late. Probably.

If you are not already dead, forgive. Rancor is heavy, it is worldly; leave it on earth: die light.

So I am happy to have fans, especially if it enables me to keep working. And I am really grateful when people respond to my work.

I make all my own decisions and I take full responsibility.

Every person you encounter, whom you interact with, is there to teach you something. Sometimes it may be years before you realize what each had to show you.

Sometimes just being still is the best thing you can do for yourself.