A dream is a telegram from the hidden world...Only a fool or an illiterate person ignores it.

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

Can't you ever be serious?' I said, mortified. 'It's difficult,' he said. 'There's so little in life that's worth it.