A pang of love for my country suddenly strikes through me. That lazy way the trees and bushes dot the land. The effortless beauty of the mountains and the secrets hidden within them.

If I like a book, I tend to read the author’s entire collection. But I choose mainly through personal recommendations, general word of mouth and book reviews.

Words. And meaning. You can’t own one and not the other.

How naive she must be to think that life is so safe and predictable that you can survive without some level of independence and autonomy.

Unrequited love is better than returned love that fails. That way I can dream.

I couldn’t stop bawling, watching the towers come down. it was a terrible thing to happen. And a terrible thing to realize that I don’t sit though the nigh crying when such horrors happen all the time.

I know I’ve got to work twice as hard as everybody else because I’ve got twice the distance to run just to catch up.

I’ve been writing stories since I was a kid. I love writing stories.

Bad things happen when good people remain silent.

Before Mina, my life was like a complicated jigsaw puzzle. Mina’s come along and pushed the puzzle upside down onto the floor. I have to start all over again, figuring out where the pieces go. But some of the pieces to the puzzle don’t seem to fit the way they used to. The thought terrifies me.