I began to feel that nature itself was nurturing me, reminding me that life still offered beauty and calm, and that I was also made out of these elements.

There is nothing like feeling truly "awake" and aware of my life and what it means to me. So I look ahead and think, "There is still so much to be done, and I will continue to make the most of it.

I would still rather feel things and live life to the fullest rather than hide in a cave and attempt to protect myself from the uncertainties of the world.

We never truly "get over" a loss, but we can move forward and evolve from it.

I believe I gather strength from the generations of women who came before me - that together we all hold the suffering of the world.

It is true that the grief journey is very lonely, but it is also up to you to decide just how lonely you will make it.

The truth is, we never know what life will bring us and we don't have as much control as we might think we have. But we CAN choose how we walk through life and how we spend our time.

You have to do what feels right for you. Do not let anyone influence you otherwise. It is your mind, your heart, and your own internal wisdom that will lead you in the direction you need to go.

Once you have walked down the grief path, what you have gained on your journey may turn into invaluable advice for someone else.

Each loss brings growth with it, and learning to handle new experiences and taking charge of your needs is part of the transformative process.

Remember to view yourself and your humanness with a kind heart.

He was everything I never knew I was looking for.

This was going to be like hunting black cats at midnight on a moonless night.

The people of the future will say, meat-eaters in disgust and regard us in the same way that we regard cannibals and cannibalism.

I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep on your couch and cry in front of you for the first time. You were the best platform from which to jump beyond myself. What was wrong with me?

When have you looked?" said Sophie. "Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.

Revelations: A curious record of the visions of a drug addict.

Fair is fair; all love is war.

It's true I'm more widely recognised now and get invited to take part in all sorts of events and projects but as a person, I haven't changed.

I adore the company of other writers because they are so often lively minds and, frequently, blazingly funny. And of course, we get each other in a unique way.

I always felt completely confident - it's like in a feature film, knowing your principle character is extremely well-cast. I had that same confidence in Clive [Oppenheimer].