A woman's heart and a woman's dreams are malleable and can change at any moment. It is the essence of being a woman.

There was a monster in me that had to be fed by success. There is a monster in us all that has to be fed by something.

The moment he left the warm sheets and the door clicked shut, I had that feeling you get when you are lost in a strange town at night. I curled into the chair where he had watched me undress and tears wet my cheeks. Then I dried my eyes, I looked in the mirror, and I said these two words. Never again.

Little matters much and much doesn't matter at all.