When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

I hated motorcycles. I said to my mother, 'I'll never get a motorcycle.' And she said, 'You never know what you'll want when you are older.' After that, the thing that scared me was not so much the motorcycle itself, but that I could turn into a person who would want one. I was scared of the idea that I could become an entirely different person, a stranger to myself.

She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.

There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

I love you, I'll never stop.

But certain souls cohere. It's rare but possible. But it takes two powerful wills to make it so.