... writing letters is thinking, just as talking to you is thinking.

When each partner loves so completely that he has forgotten to ask himself whether or not he is loved in return; when he only knows that he loves and is moving to its music--then, and then only are two people able to dance perfectly in tune to the same rhythm.

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.

... once you get beyond the crust of the first pang it is all the same and you can easily bear it. It is just the transition from painlessness to pain that is so terrible.

I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.

I had the feeling . . . that my experience was very different from other people’s. (Are we all under this illusion?)

For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.