“What is love? sometimes two people not together.”

I stopped going through a lot of doors after I remembered how miserable I was last time coming out of it.

I think I’m just one question away from telling a stranger how heavy the weight I’ve been carrying.

Love is knowing that she is delicate and not breaking her still.

You’d be a fool to think that you leaving me in darkness meant I’d stay there forever.

Only humans have the tendency to break something and be disgusted by the pieces.

At the end we all settle for peace.

It’s okay, not many have the courage to love you.

Every storm started with just a little drizzling.

People who feel like sunshine have walked more in the rain than basked in the sun.

I will always be a fire, with or without somebody igniting me.

The best thing about being a writer is you get to write your endings.

Tell how you feel, that’s how it sets you free.

My dear, Don’t be scared of love because what broke you back then wasn’t love at all.

If your pain hurts them too, they’re your people. Keep them.

I’m not saying I don’t miss you it’s just that, now when I do it no longer hurts.

Chase someone who doesn’t run away from you.

Let’s break out of our past and concur the future

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them, away.

Fiction and non-fiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons I do not fully understand, fiction dances out of me. Non-fiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.

Being dead broke is the Root of all Evil.

The worst thing a good girl could do to you is break your heart.

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.

I run from my thoughts of you and meet them in my dreams.

I tell you, if I’m going to go through a divorce, I would date again a younger man. Because I have so much energy, there’s no way an older man can keep up with me.