This hole in my heart is in the shape of you. No one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.

The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.

I hated historical novels with fluttering cloaks.