Failure to love is almost like murder.

The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.

Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently

How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.

And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?

We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.