Everybody knows the dice are loaded.

There are a few things that deal with passion. There's Prozac.

Don't call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.

I see people allowing their lives to diminish, to become shallow, so they can't enjoy the deep wells of experience. Maybe it's always been this way, when the heart tends to shut down. If only the heart shut down and there were no repercussions, it would be O.K., but when the heart shuts down, the whole system goes into a kind of despair that is intolerable.

Your body will never be familiar.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.