She didn’t need a man. She wanted one.

I’m here for your pants and shoes.

I’m not most women…""...I’m getting that.

What if pretending is interfering with the person you’re meant to be?” he said.

He tasted like chocolate and hazelnut liqueur and she wanted to feast on him for the rest of the night. His kiss… his kiss took her to another place where fireworks blazed.

Phew. I thought I was going to have to slay a few dragons for you while I was here.” “I’m no damsel in distress, Your Highness. I can take care of myself.

I don't like dealing with money transactions in poor countries. I get confused between the feeling that I shouldn't haggle with poverty and getting ripped off

Consumerism thrives on emotional voids.

I don't want to say that in a place that's negative about what the fear is. I just want to be a realist.

When it's over it's over. No questions, no tears, no farewell kisses.

You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem.

Loneliness is a kind of prison. [Vincent Van Gogh]

The Cross is the way to Paradise, but only when it is borne willingly.

I am okay that has changed and I have some more wrinkles and my body is changing.

But the battles against loneliness that I fought when I was 16 are very different from those I fought when I was 27, and those are very different from the ones I fight at 44.

She is sloppy, careless, and have many flaws here and there, but she is so honest and innocent like she's still a kid.