Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel; sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust.

We can love with our minds, but can we love only with our minds? Love extends itself all the time, so that we can love even with our senseless nails: we love even with our clothes, so that a sleeve can feel a sleeve.

She was not too young to be wise, but she was too young to know that wisdom shouldn't be spoken aloud when you are happy.

Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.

Beauty is like success: we can't love it for long.

The argument of danger only applies to those who live in relative safety.

He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.