Alone, alone. I am alone – I ache … Yet for the first time, despite all the anguish and the reality problems, I’m here. I feel tranquil, whole, ADULT.

My library is an archive of longings.

One can never ask anyone to change a feeling.

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

If one could amputate part of one's consciousness...

Everlasting love, unfailing kindness.

His name was Theo.

Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.

Sometimes life's so much cooler when you just don't know any better and all the painful lessons have not hammered your head open yet.

D'ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms-my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.

I have no rancor. I look forward, not backwards.

We live in a culture where were bombarded with so much noise and so much insecurity.

I'm inspired by watching and listening to people. For example, my first novel, The Scale, came to life after I overheard two women discussing their struggle with their weight at the gym.

Any land will flow with milk and honey if it is worked with honest hands!

God is not to be reached by the weak. Never be weak. You have infinite strength within you. How else will you conquer anything? How else will you come to God?