And when someone else speaks your name you feel pleased. You feel wanted. You feel there. Alive. Even if they're saying your name with dislike, at least you know you're you, that you exist.

You become a reader by reading the literature, not by reading the handbooks about it.

Is it better to go with the flow or let the flow go?

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.

Love, being in love, isn’t a constant thing. It doesn’t always flow at the same strength. It’s not always like a river in flood. It’s more like the sea. It has tides, it ebbs and flows. The thing is, when love is real, whether it’s ebbing or flowing, it’s always there, it never goes away. And that’s the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy

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

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