Chloe Thurlow

You don't feel yourself falling in love, like it's a journey, a process; on the contrary, it hits you like a sudden ague, a fever, the realisation that your life will never be the same again.

Love is the colour of spring sunshine muted through old windows. Love has a taste, a texture - dark chocolate with pistachios; a sound - wind chimes echoing from a distant hill; a rhythm - the tango, obviously.

An attractive woman becomes beautiful when she's happy and in love.

Mummy became a shadow, a woman who had lost herself because she had never found herself. She had always done the right thing, and I had a feeling that the right thing is always going to be the wrong thing, that you find yourself by stepping out of yourself.

To be or not to be what exactly?

Photographs shape the past in our own image.

Never give up.' This is not sound advice, it is bad advice. You must give up when there is no point in continuing. Then begin a new course. There is no greater failure than not changing course when the time is right to do so.

Italians make you laugh and break your heart.

When you dance, your whole body dances, your skin and bones, your soul, The tips of your fingers and the roots of your hair. When you stop dancing you stop living.

The only prophecy the artist can make with confidence is that he and his message will be misunderstood by a world that values all the wrong things.

I had come to the conclusion that everyone took sex far too seriously. I mean, it's only sex.

To listen to criticism and act on it if it is valid and ignore it if it is not is a sign of intelligence.

From a book you can learn the theory but it takes practise to learn how to live life.

Innocence isn't something we lose, but realise we don't need.

If life is what you make it, the building blocks are your desire and your passion.

In our own way, in your own way, we are all of us a masterpiece. Everyone is unique.

We are flowers in the field seeking our individuality. We may seem similar but we are all unique, without exception. Everyone is special.

Is this love? The light looks different. Actually the shade looks different. I feel different. Everything is just so different I don't know where to begin...