“It was tragic how life had sucked her down to the bones, all her spontaneity her laughter and freedom had vanished. I knew then that I didn't ever want to be like that. Whatever happened, life was ...”

“Creativity and ideas fired between every synapse underneath my skin and I felt radiant from the inside out.”

“Love is like that, fragile and light. No wonder it rests upon our hearts in intangible moments, bids us follow fleeting thoughts and ideas and pursue our abstract imaginings.”

“I kissed my fingers,held my palm flat beside my mouth and blew it into the air that surrounded her memory. I closed my eyes, thinking this was one of those moments you see in movies or read about i...”

“When I was young I wanted so much to be like her. What a blessing are those moments when there is nothing to worry about, no thought of trouble or grief in the world.”

“I could feel their grief as if it were a beast holding us down.”

“We are a day away from making history, and a history towards the breaking of tommorrow.”

“Life is just repeated attempts at trying to do better.”

“Don't give up.I know you've made a thousand attempts to reach your goal, but look at it this way: after repeatedly banging your head against the wall, you ought to be numb enough break through this...”

“Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.”

“Love was a lot more complicated when you had a lot of time on your hands.”

“Love it's not supposed to be complicated. It must be easy. It should not need begging and imploring. Love must be simple, because it's just the beginning of a long journey.”

“If we rub a fabric too often, it will quickly grow threadbare; and Nobus words had rasped against me so much, I could no longer maintain that finely lacquered surface Mameha had always counseled me...”

“For the others, it was still just a tale, like all the tales we told, night by night, tales comical and strange, tales heroic and awe-inspiring, the tales that formed the fabric of our spirits.”

“If we rub a fabric too often, it will quickly grow threadbare; and Nobu’s words had rasped against me so much, I could no longer maintain that finely lacquered surface Mameha had always counseled m...”