By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's.

A bridge is a meeting place . . . a possibility, a metaphor.

He doubted her. You must never doubt the one you love. But they might not be telling the truth. Never mind that. You tell them the truth. What do you mean? You can't be another person's honesty, child, but you can be your own. So what should I say? When? When I love someone? You should say it.

When I look at my life I realise that the mistakes I have made, the things I really regret, were not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.

Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.

The body can endure compromise and the mind can be seduced by it. Only the heart protests. The heart. Carbon-based primitive in a silicon world.

I realised something important: whatever is on the outside can be taken away at any time. Only what is inside you is safe.