Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.

New York has an electronic heart.

You marry the day you realize the human defects of your love.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

We speak of the masculine and the feminine, but they are the wrong labels. It is really more a matter of poetry versus intellectualization.

I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.