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

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

That which is painful sharpens one's love.

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

All history is just one man trying to take something away from another man, and usually it doesn't really belong to either of them.

There was a brief moment of weightlesssness: a balancing point between air and earth, dirt and heaven. How strange, I thought, how like the moment between sleeping and falling when everything is beautifully surreal and nothing is corporeal. How like floating towards completion. But as often happens in that time between existing in the world and fading into dreams, this moment over the edge ended with the ruthless jerk back to awareness.

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