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

We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.

...but then the general trouble with ignorance is always that the ignorant person has no idea that that's what they are. You can be ignorant and stupid and go through your whole life without ever encountering any evidence against the hypothesis that you're a genius.

The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry.

Love delayed is lust augmented.

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.

People taking photographs of their meals are not critics; they are from the United States.