“Sometimes when you’re young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you’re living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.”

Now I think all of us were born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it. You, you fill me up.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

If the stuff you’re writing is not for yourself, it won’t work.

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.

The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows.

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.

We don’t know the days that will change our lives. Probably just as well.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

In both writing and sleeping, we learn to be physically still at the same time we are encouraging our minds to unlock from the humdrum rational thinking of our daytime lives.

Friends don’t spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.

If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

People with a high tolerance for boredom can get a lot of thinking done.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

People with a high tolerance for boredom can get a lot of thinking done.

It was the weirdest thing ever. I said to myself: why are people always so okay with not having me in their lives?

It’s ok to be not ok.

Don’t break a bird’s wings and then tell it to fly. Don’t break a heart and then tell it to love.

Broken vases may still carry beautiful flowers.

Tears are my weapon to hide my pain just like thunder hides the sound of rain.

I don’t know if I stole your love or if it was my fate. I only know it broke my heart to find your love too late.

I don’t believe in miracles because it’s been a long time since we’ve had any.

It’s okay,’ you know? It’s okay to be you. It’s okay to just not be okay. It’s okay to not be okay.