It is hard to write it in words that I can read, that re-establishes the fact that has been haunting me for the past one year.

But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over.

I threw tantrums, I acted stubborn, I was a pain sometimes, but I was still loved. In fact, I was their perfect even in my imperfection.

Funny thing about the monster.The worse he treats you, the more you love him.

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine, or the clouds might lour: but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.

When you recognize this, you also realize that you are now free to give up this futile conflict, this inner state of war.

One's strongest asset is simultaneously his point of strongest vulnerability.

There were so many ways to be twenty-six years old.

She glances back before stepping into the alley, and she catches her grandfather looking at her the way he does sometimes--as if she's already gone, as if he's practicing sorrow.

I went every Sunday to church when I was growing up, and I think that music had an affect on me before my memory can recall.

For let us women be never so ill-favored, I imagine that we are always delighted to hear ourselves called handsome.

I wanted stores that would feel like a comfortable room in my apartment, cozy and colorful and different.

Most of the time I like to start an album abroad, not at home, just to avoid the pressure, to not wake up and think, OK, its the first of recording this album. I like to avoid that.