If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and not as some vague confirmation of future directions; since the only certain fact, aside from death, is the flimsiness of everything.

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

What passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth.

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

Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.

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