It's still two human beings trying to get along, so it's going to be complicated. And love is always complicated. But humans must try to love each other, darling. We must get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

Desperate love is always the toughest way to do it.

I want to learn how to speak Italian. For years, I'd wished I could speak Italian--a language I find more beautiful than roses :)

True wisdom gives the only possible answer at any given moment, and that night, going back to bed was the only possible answer.

Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. ... It is a resurrection engine. A single clump of mosses can lie dormant and dry for forty years at a stretch, and then vault back again into life with a mere soaking of water.

In fact, it was all I could do to stop myself from saying, 'I've always been a big fan of your work.

Change is all about motion, motion is all about uncertainty and we are deeply uncomfortable with uncertainty.