People don't get to our ages without having pasts. I'm more interested in the future.

And I realized that there's a big difference between deciding to leave and knowing where to go.

Was that what it meant to be alive - moving from a brightly lit corridor into a darkened room at every step? Sometimes it felt that way.

Falling in love was easy-when romantic attraction was combined with hungry, unsated desire, they formed a glamorous, glittering bauble as fragile as it was alluring, a bauble that could shatter as soon as it was grasped.

Tenderness was a different story. It had staying power and the promise of a future.

I can’t take back the past, but I can fight for the future.

I try to learn from the past, but I plan for the future by focusing exclusively on the present. That's were the fun is.