In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?

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.

Kindness. The most unkind thing of all.

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

it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.