‎I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.

Each spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion into words.

The pain has left but I know that it has not gone far, that it is sulking somewhere in a corner or under the bed and it will jump out when I least expect it.

Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.

I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.

We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.

When it's over you look up: the world looks the same but you are somehow different and that feeling lingers for days.