“I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.”

Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.

Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.

For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.

You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.

The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.

You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.

Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.

I did not know that it was love until I knew.

Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.

I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.

And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.

That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.

If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.

We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn.

I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.

You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.

Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose. I am the happy victim of books.

Racism is taught in the home. We agree on that? Well, it’s very hard to teach racism to a teenager who’s listening to rap music and who idolizes, say, Snoop Dogg. It’s hard to say, ‘That guy is less than you.’ The kid is like, ‘I like that guy, he’s cool. How is he less than me?

It’s also stamina in your direction, stamina in your interests. If you are working on different things but all of them very hard, you’re not really going to get anywhere. You’ll never become an expert.

That the machine of Heaven is not a hard and impervious body full of various real spheres, as up to now has been believed by most people.

I’m far from being god, but I work god damn hard.

The mind of man has perplexed itself with many hard questions. Is space infinite, and in what sense? Is the material world infinite in extent, and are all places within that extent equally full of matter? Do atoms exist or is matter infinitely divisible?

This music was her-the real plain her…This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard.

In a world where women work three times as hard for half as much, our achievement has been denigrated, both marriage and divorce have turned against us, our motherhood has been used as an obstacle to our success, our passion as a trap.