And you know, I agree to everything:I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention.

I marvel at everything as if it were new.

If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.

And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer, And again there was silence, and again the ghost of summer.

I know: yes, no, even I must tear offThe delicate daisy petals.Everyone on earth is destined to feelThe torments of love.

I’m not weeping, I’m not complaining, Happiness is not for me.

But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday.

I defendNot my voice, but my silence

Tomorrow the mirrors will mock me

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart.

Participating in a sisterhood with other women is hugely important in my life and a source of joy.

You think you're alone until you realize you're in it. Now fear is here to stay, love is here for a visit.

When you're literally carrying a child you can cut back on bad habits.

The sum of all your thoughts comprises your overall attitude.

No man or woman can live another's fate

It's hard for me to describe my own style because I'm me.

The real truth about children is they don't speak the language very well. They're physically uncoordinated. And they are ignorant of our elaborate ideas about right and wrong.

If we destroy their environments and communities, we will lose the answers they have to solving our problems, and to the protection of our common futures.