Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.
The world is certainty a sudden place.
The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.
Writing, for me, is a search for God.