We Become Imprisoned By Our Memories, And

Treat Every Challenge As A Lesson, Every Mistake You Make As A Blessing And Move On.

We Don't Need To Explain Our Love. We Only Need To Show It.

I Don't Know If The Books Are Making The World A Much Better Place. I Don't Write With That Objective. What I Know Is That I See My Readers Creating A Critical Mass So We Can At Least Understand This World In A Different Way.

Hatred. Something Almost As Physical As Walls, Pianos, Or Nurses. She Could Almost Touch The Destructive Energy Leaking Out Of Her Body. She Allowed The Feeling To Emerge, Regardless Of Whether It Was Good Or Bad; She Was Sick Of Self-control, Of Masks, Of Appropriate Behavior. Veronika Wanted To Spend Her Remaining Two Or Three Days Of Life Behaving As Inappropriately As She Could.

It's In The Present That Lies The Secret: If You Pay Attention To The Present You Will Be Able To Enhance It.