“The universe on your skin is emptyfrom all the silence on your tongue.Forgive yourself. Let your body healfrom all the wounds you did not inflicton yourself. Drop the sword you carryon your shoulde...”

“The tragedy of love is in its ending, the blessingeverything else. No love ever deserves to end.”

“They came and they left. You cried, but you stood your ground. You stayed tethered to hope as well as committed to dignified dreams and little victories of day-to-day life. You felt different. Then...”

“When the nightcomes to break my heart,I think of you.”

“The tragedy of love is in its ending, the blessing—everything else. No love ever deserves to end.”

“That window which connects youto the agony of other people;thats your soul.Close that window and you are soulless. And a soulless man is vestigial.He hears but cannot listen. He sees but cannot not...”

“The universe on your skin is emptyfrom all the silence on your tongue.Forgive yourself. Let your body healfrom all the wounds you did not inflicton yourself. Drop the sword you carryon your shoulde...”

“The tragedy of love is in its ending, the blessingeverything else. No love ever deserves to end.”

“Being a writer all boils down to this: It's you, in a chair, staring at a page. And you're either going to stay in that chair until words are written, or you're going to give up and walk away. The ...”

“When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.”

“Im likely to stay here, pen in hand, until dusk comes and my writing melts into the twilight.”