Love is the higher law.

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

You can't deny that there's something between us." "No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.

I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.