Love cannot be measured by its duration.

No amount of promises can guarantee love

What a quality of innocence people have when they don't expect to be harmed.

For Mum, life was fundamentally hell. You went blind, you got raped, people forgot your birthday, Nixon got elected, your husband fled with a blonde from Beckenham, and then you got old, you couldn't walk and you died.

I can't sleep with you tonight, baby, my head's all messed up, you've no idea. It's somewhere else and it's full of voices and songs and bad things.

If you want something badly enough, you make arrangements. If you don't want it badly enough, you make excuses.

Love cannot be measured by its duration.