I believe in communication; books communicate ideas and make bridges between people.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.

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

Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, conversation flags and all the time the heart is threatening to fly from the body once and for all. Lovers have been known to have heart attacks. Lovers drink too much from nervousness and cannot perform. They eat too little and faint during their fervently wished consummation. They do not stroke the favoured cat and their face-paint comes loose. This is not all. Whatever you have set store by, your dress, your dinner, your poetry, will go wrong.

I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.

Only the impossible is worth the effort.