Suddenly it all seemed luminously clear. Love had very little to do with fear and emotional sabotage; love had to do with trust.

When you leave Africa, as the plane lifts, you feel that more than leaving a continent you're leaving a state of mind. Whatever awaits you at the other end of your journey will be of a different order of existence.

What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans?

I had fallen out of my secure world, precipitated beyond the territories I had only begun to control so skillfully. What a foolish step to take. What an insane move to make.

I'd rather stay asleep than have to learn all those frightening secrets.

A first kiss is the demarcation line: the same information that a moment ago felt private, all of a suddens seems unfair to withhold. And with that exchange came more.

Suddenly it all seemed luminously clear. Love had very little to do with fear and emotional sabotage; love had to do with trust.