Your lips are like sugar And your cheeks an apple Your breasts are paradise And your body a lily. O, to kiss the sugar To bite the apple To reveal paradise And open the lily.

Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

God is an oppressor, He is incapable of human sympathy; behind a smiling face He hides an evil heart.

The De Bernières were very military. I broke the military tradition but I was terribly proud of my father being a soldier.

Love delayed is lust augmented.

The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry.

Beauty is precious, you see, and the more beautiful something is, the more precious it is; and the more precious it is the more it hurts us that it will fade away; and the more we are hurt by beauty, the more we love the world.