I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.

The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.

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

the power of a text is not time-bound. The words go on doing their work.

The ancients believed in fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and future is so strong that the present is crushed by it. We lie helpless in the force of patterns inherited and patterns re-enacted by our own behavior. The burden is intolerable.

Time is a player. Time is part of today, not simply a measure of its passing.

The truth is that you can divide your heart in all sorts of interesting ways - a little here, a little there, most banked at home, some of it coined out for a flutter. But love cleaves through the mind's mathematics. Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be. How will you heal your heart when love has split it in two?