Apunta a la Luna y, si fallas, al menos estarás entre las estrellas.

Memories were fine but you couldn’t touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.

I never wanted anything new; from the age of ten, I was convinced that you couldn’t replace what was lost. I insisted on things on having to be found.

I guess when you’re trying to find all the parts of yourself, it’s difficult to be with someone who’s already fully intact.

People forget they have options. And they forget that those things don’t really matter. They should concentrate on what they have and not what they don’t have. And by the way, wishing and dreaming doesn’t...

I never grew up thinking the goal in life was to be a millionaire. All the way through college, I had a part-time job. I worked hard to get the things that you need at...

Journalism classes teach us that one must extract oneself from the story in order to report without bias, but often we need to be in the story in order to understand, to connect, to help...

I’m trying to make some sense out of the phrase “Everything happens for a reason,” and I think I’ve figured out what the reason is – to pissed me off.

I’d live anywhere, – in one room, in the castle ruin right now – if it meant we could all just be together.

Oh, I talk about things; I drive my husband insane. And I can’t tell a lie. Everyone knows. I do this smile thing.

Fairy tales are such evil little stories for young children.

what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted

There are certain kinds of silence that make you walk on air.

People tell stories and it’s up to those who listen whether to believe or not.””Shouldn’t the storyteller believe it.””The storyteller should tell it.

That’s the thing about lessons, you always learn them when you don’t expect them or want them.

I write my novels longhand. I love the feeling of writing; I love to see pen on paper. It feels more creative than typing, and it’s a more visual process for me – I can...

I’m a million different things every day of the week.

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it’s what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.

I don’t know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they’re just closet pyromaniacs.

Although when I start a novel I know how it will begin and end, I like to let the people within the story take me on a journey between those points without having a fixed...

As long as you’re around, your life is too. So just as you shower love and affection and attention on the husbands, wives, parents, children and forever friends who surround you, you have to do...

Believe me, when you die, it’s everybody else’s but your problem

…fairy tales, just a fancy word for lies…

They say a story loses something with each telling.

A veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now but look through this veil and see the possibility of...

I want a character to wake up one day and feel like, ‘I can face it’. That, to me, is happy. I want the characters to rescue themselves, though you use the relationships you have,...

You have the rest of your lives to catch up together. After all, soulmates always end up together. […] Ey-girlfriends are easily forgotten. Best friends stay with you for ever.

Yesterday was a closed book, tomorrow, however, was another story.

I believe you, Tamara, I just don’t believe it.

Discover your own style. Don’t try to repeat what has already been written – have the courage to do your own thing and don’t be afraid to do something different.

But with your life you make a few bad decisions, get unlucky a few times, whatever, but you have to keep going, right?

Then I realised that I was the god on this occasion. I had tried to help the bluebottle, but it wouldn’t let me. And then I felt sorry for God because I understood his frustration....

We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we...

You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”And yet it is still extremely funny.

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes...

It is almost a cliche to hear people talking about ‘slowing down’ but it is true. I have slowed down and through slowing, I see so much more.

I write about emotions – falling in and out of love, finding what you want to do, no matter where you are or who you are. I think that’s why people feel connected.

Te mereces a alguien que te ame con todo su corazón, alguien que piense en ti constantemente, alguien que pase cada minuto de cada día preguntándose qué estás haciendo, dónde estás, con quién estás y...

at your weakest, you end up showing more strength; at your lowest, you are suddenly lifted higher than you’ve ever been. They all border one another, these opposites and show how quickly we can be...

Our minds do unusual things sometimes, Tamara. When we’re looking for things it takes it upon itself to go down its own route. All we can do is follow

Don’t force yourself to write. Some people can write a novel in a few months, whereas for others it can take over a year. I’m lucky to be one of the former – but, even...

Above Constance’s desk were nude photographs of women in 1930s France, draped in provocative poses. She had put them there for Bob’s viewing pleasure and in return he had placed African art of naked men...

Two lost things that had survived the seas and arrived on a coastline. What did they do? They implanted themselves in the sand and grew into trees and lined the beaches. Sometimes a lot can...

If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees?

He was comparing you to the butterflies that you both adore and cherish, and he said you were special for the same reasons: you were rare, exotic and entirely you. He said you’re beautiful exactly...

There’s no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the...

I believe in the magic of books. I believe that during certain periods in our lives we are drawn to particular books–whether it’s strolling down the aisles of a bookshop with no idea whatsoever of...

I just feel very often like a child in an absolutely weird world. I think that life is quite weird sometimes.

Everything in life has a place, and when one thing moves, it must go somewhere else.

At moments when life is at its worst there are two things you can do: 1.) break down,lose hope and refuse to go on while lying face down on the ground banging your fists and...