We make patterns, we share moments.

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

I lean back on the pillows and look at the corners of the room. When I was a kid, I always wanted to live on the ceiling - it looked so clean and uncluttered, like the top of a cake.

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.''Why are you saying that?''She might need permission to die, Cal.''I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.''No.''It might be important.''It might make her die.

You want some sweet and lovely things, Tessa, but be careful. Other people can't always give you what you want.

I cut fake people faster than Bugatti reaches its 100 miles speed. I often tell myself, this is called "Art of Living".

He kissed her, and the magic that had been building up steadily around them exploded, raining down in arcs of silver fire that made her half-remember a prophecy from her d

Writer is a Film Director of letters.

To stop working, striving and pushing, just because you have enough, therefore is a disservice to the Divine.

With all the abundance we have of computers and computing, what is scarce is human attention and time.

Books are the blessed chloroform of the mind.

Donald Trump's language has been atrocious, his behavior toward women.

Idleness and lack of occupation tend - nay are dragged - towards evil.

We do not advocate 'right to life' for animals.

You must try, the voice said, to become colder. I understood at once. It's like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze, braced in stone. Only something heartless could bear the full weight.