You'll swoop from incredible highs when you're just glad to be alive, to those lows when you wish you were dead. And just when you start thinking that you've accepted who you are, that changes, too. Because who you are is not permanent

Only a man unable to handle the actual world would create another one in which to hide.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.

If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.

Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.

With every fragment of rock that fall from me, I can hear the voice of Marianne Engle. I love you. Aishiteru. Ego amo te. Ti amo. Eg elska pig. Ich liebe dich. It is moving across time, coming to me in every language of the world, and it sounds like pure love.