The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.

For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.

We'll grow old waiting.

I discovered the miracle that all things that sound are music, including the dishes and silverware in the dishwasher, as long as they fulfill the illusion of showing us where life is heading.

He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.