Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind..

But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things..

A week passes but it feels as if he's never been anywhere else. It's one of the things war does to you. Everything you see works to replace moments a….

Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved, and no one would have guessed how my mind raced and my heart soar….

Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not..

Nothing hurts if you don't let it..

More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I pr….

It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should--a magic and lavender space unpinned fr….

In Paris, you couldn't really turn around without seeing the result of lovers' bad decisions. An artist given to sexual excess was almost a cliché, b….

Why is it every other person you meet says they're an artist? A real artist doesn't need to gas on about it, he doesn't have time. He does his work a….

You have to digest life. You have to chew it up and love it all through..

If I can write one sentence, simple and true every day, I'll be satisfied..

I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn’t ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was..

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too-that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up..

I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant..

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved.

The very rich only admire themselves.

At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good….

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing..

I also liked to look around at the houses surrounding the park and wonder about the people who filled them, what kinds of marriages they had and how ….

All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game..