“Also I wanted to be able to love
And we all know how that one goes, don't we?
Slowly”

“I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.”

“There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.”

“We know how to tell many believable lies,
But also, when we want to, how to speak the plain truth.”

“We all want a simple song. We all want to get along. We all want to just belong. We all want to know right from wrong. We all want to love and be loved strong.”

“We were all brought up to want things and maybe the world isn't big enough for all that wanting. I don't know. I don't know anything”

“Isn't it sad? In our world, women also don't support other women enough — how often do we really work together to make a difference? We are sometimes so vicious toward one another. We want to be independent women, but we really don't know who we are as women. It's about us taking control, because we tend to just blame. We complain about the world, but we are still not loving toward other women.”

“Losing someone we love is perhaps the deepest sorrow. But if we are able to see it with awareness and belief, that it happened because of the will of the universe, then slowly the pain will be healed.”

“Paul asks how I would have handled a love letter from a student. I don't know — by talking, maybe, by listening. I don't know.
How sad that we don't hear each other — any of us.
Major issues are submerged by minor ones; catastrophes by absurdities.”

“Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.”