For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

I think that if you were somehow able to measure the weight of human kindness, it would have weighed more on 9/11 than it ever had. On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that.

Every time you love someone, you put not just your faith in them, but your faith in everything to the test.

Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill of unreluctant desire?

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.