I'm Sorry, ' he says. It's simple and direct, with none of the nonsense about God calling home an angel too young and who are we to question his mysterious ways.

I'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.

There are no safe choices. Only other choices.

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.

I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.

One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.

They have money and position and Ann has none.It's amazing how often you can be right as long as you have those two things working in your favor.

Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?

Pippa's laugh is bitter, tinged with tears. 'Ha! Why do girls think being beautiful will solve every problem? Being beautiful just creates problems. It's a misery. I wish I were someone else.

I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?

I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

What does reason demand of a man? A very easy thing-to live in accord with his own nature.

I don't believe in astrology - of course that's very typical of Leos.

If history repeats itself, and the unexpected always happens, how incapable must Man be of learning from experience.

I sometimes feel that I have nothing to say and I want to communicate this.

Rich people invest money and poor people spend it.

That it's a lot harder to make a keyboard sound not-cheesy than a guitar.

There are two ways for a painter: the broad and easy one or the narrow and hard one.

I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Don’t, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.

The lightning spark of thought generated in the solitary mind awakens its likeness in another mind.