History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.

You get to be wiser by storying the world and seeing it through other forms of consciousness than your own.

All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone?

a joy that hurts with sadness a sadness that is pleasurable a pleasure full of terror a terror that excites an excitement that calms a calmness that frightens.

I will not compromise on language or content. At 15, people can handle the same language as me, they're just as complicated as me and are very interested in thinking about important questions for the first time.

I don't actually think “true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn't true it can't be love.

He thought: How difficult it is to explain yourself to yourself. Sometimes there only is, and no knowing.