Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.

Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.

Life is like a box of cookies.

Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.

It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.

I go by the gut. I might not appear to have any talent but I've got plenty of gut instinct.

I never could stand being forced to do something I didn't want to do at a time I didn't want to do it. Whenever I was able to do something I liked to do, though, when I wanted to do it, and the way I wanted to do it, I'd give it everything I had.