Condensation

“Am I the sun inside me?”

“You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody’s one and only.”

“You ever decide by not deciding?”

“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.”

“People’s souls are like gardens. You can’t turn your back on someone because his garden’s full of weeds. You have to give him water and lots of sunshine.”

“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

“With the fragile metal of her voice, she charms the sweet milky night and the pale silence.”

“We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we’re falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.”

“You may think that this is my surrender to some quieter form of love but what I am learning is the lust of God, the seas which boil in the bones,”

“Inner peace now. How strange it is. I have started again to dream of a new life, of expansion. I dream of voyages, new lives, new relationships.”

“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”

“Your eyes reflect the splendour of the storm.”

“We grow. It hurts at first.”

“You should love for no reason.”

“Have fun, even if it’s not the same kind of fun everyone else is having.”

“Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.”