Life has never been All or Nothing- it's All and Nothing. Forget the binaries.

In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.

You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved.

When people looked at him they had the feeling of being shut out. He did not shut them out. He shut himself in.

Woolf wanted to say dangerous things in Orlando but she did not want to say them in the missionary position.

Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals

They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?