“...a private hell was something you lived with alone, even when someone else's casual questions nudged old, raw wounds within yourself.”

“It's odd to spend your vacation with someone else's music especially when you're alone. You're free to let loose, unobserved, but someone else has chosen the words you belt out in private, the rythms you can dance to like a fool.”

“When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?”

“Love is something you do for someone else, not something you do for yourself.”

“Dear, you need to know something about love. When you love someone, you know it. When someone loves you, you know it. There is no question, no wondering, and no guessing. Love is felt within you, and if that is not there then it is very obvious.”

“There are moments in your life when you see yourself through someone else’s eyes, when your only hope of believing you’re capable of doing something is because someone else believes it for you.”