In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children. It doesn't work like that today. Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love? I've no idea.

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

It seemed as if I could see things in her that others couldn't see, qualities which not even she was aware of. It was as I I could already see in her the woman she would later become.

She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

Now he could say for sure that he'd never known a feeling stronger than that of being at one with another person - that rare feeling of not being alone anymore.

The best evidence that time travel is impossible is the fact that we haven't been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.