Our lives can only be lived forward and understood backwards. Living a life and understanding it occupy different dimensions.

At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you. How to hold them in the right relation?

Being in love means being at the mercy of someone's childhood.

It seemed to me that the real philosophical breakthroughs of the 20th century were in terms of the understanding of language. What is language? Where does it come from, how does it work, what does it do?

Like you, she will have been with other people, but I've got a feeling there's something between you.

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.

How disturbing it is that our illusions are often our most important beliefs.