When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't.

Drought brings out the worst in us and it's easy to hate your fellow human beings.

In the presence of their love I sensed my lonliness, and I understood for a moment, clearly, that deep and basic human desire for companionship at depth.

And I come to realise that all my small todays, the way I act, will lead into my tomorrows.

When you think you are in love, you don't want to know about the things that could end it.

The wonder to me is not that she made it through at all but that she made it through so relatively intact, so vibrant. So free of bitterness and so empty of resentment.

Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.