You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Waters' death was Augustus Waters.

Morality never scratch the back of corruption

The collector attempts always to acquire the best, and his knowledge of what is best is always widening. His is the task of judging between degrees of perfection.

Selfishness corrodes. Unselfishness ennobles, satisfies. Don't put off the joy derivable from doing helpful, kindly things for others.

Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

There's comfort to an awful old dressing-gown a pretty peignoir is powerless to provide, and aging bra elastic, is, I suspect, as near to liberation as most women ever get.

There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair.

I don't look down on tourism. I live in Hawaii where we have 7 million visitors a year. If they weren't there, there would be no economy. So I understand why a tourist economy is necessary.

As a singer, it's basic to preserve what I like to do, which is music, and also to remember my cradlesongs in Spanish.