I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.

Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are.

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

A selfish person can still love someone else, can't they? Even when they've hurt them and let them down.

Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.

The gastliness of nothing. Because I was nobody's sister now.

When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...

Grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels....

An explosion in space makes no sound at all.

I am being frank about myself in this book. I tell of my first mistake on page 850.

I haven't had a lot of 'Games Of Thrones' groupies. The fans seem to be really nice. They don't seem that invasive.

It's fun to be loose. Just like on stage, all of your great ideas come from looseness.

I never wrote anything that was published until I was forty.

When wildlife damages agriculture we eliminate the wildlife. Rather we should eliminate agriculture when it damages wildlife.

Our flaws are what make us perfect.

I believe there's a common ground in what all gifted writers write. It has to do with their wish to turn darkness into light.

They said I was the greatest pitcher they ever sawI couldnt understand why they couldnt give me no justice.

To me, when someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing—the pain of it weighs on both of you. Forgiveness, then, means choosing to bear the full weight all by yourself.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?