The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.

It doesn't have to be like that but mostly it is.

There are so many separate selves; no one who writes creatively hasn't felt that.

When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself.

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.

…only a poet could frame a language that could frame a world.

Today, the sun is everywhere, and everything solid is nothing but its own shadow, I know that the real things in life, the things I remember, the things I turn over in my hands, are not houses, bank accounts, prizes or promotions. What I remember is love -- all love -- love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in a café. Myself, even, which is the hardest thing of all to love, because love and selfishness are not the same thing. It is easy to be selfish. It is hard to love who I am. No wonder I am surprised if you do.