While at Oxford in 1999, I met Jonathan Fortier, who is a Montreal-born Canadian. Despite the challenges of a transatlantic relationship, we remained keen on each other and eventually married in 2002.

I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.

If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?

...had always taken for granted that the whole world was in a state of constantly fluctuating madness, and that a neurosis was not an illness, but a fact of life, like pimples.

Janice used to say that instinct was reason in a hurry; I was not so sure about the reason part.