Everybody wanted her body. And she knew it wasn't the best part to her. How could she give herself to men who judged so poor?

There’s a road to my heart. It does not go by your words. It does not want your body. It’s waiting for the tug at my soul.

The soul doesn't have enough food to nourish every part of you - you have to eventually decide which part shall live, and which shall die.

Rarely you read someone, charmed by what she does with words.You feel she loves like you.She then ceases to be a body. Just a beautiful mind.