People talk about love as though it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. And a lot of people give love like that -- just dump it down on top of you, a useless strong-scented burden.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

To be deeply in love is, of course, a great liberating force.

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

People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.

there is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change.

Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.