hate has no literature: real fear and real hate have no words
Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds
The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.
Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.
No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.
That underscored this idea that when we're reading a book or writing a book, you're in an act of co-creation. The reader and the writer are both trying to dress up and present their best selves and then there's that moment, when suddenly, as a reader, you're not exactly you anymore, and likewise, as a writer, you're not really you.
The more you know the better it gets. The more politics there is, the more you understand. Sometimes the races are terribly boring but what's going on off the track is great. And then it makes the race much more interesting.
God knows I've had productions where there were actors in my plays who were making more money per week than I was.
I enjoy running, especially in a new city, so when Im on tour thats always a good option.