Your weak point is the open, vulnerable place where you can always be hurt. Love, in all its aspects, opens the self so fully.

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it.

I am good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject.

Art saved me; it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence.

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.

The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.