Sometimes one word can recall a whole span of life.

Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.

Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.

fear is a dreadful drawback because it stops us living in the moment.

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

My hand does the work and I dont have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. Its like a dam in the brain that bursts.

I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.