With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.

But common sense has no place in first love and never has.

You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.

Love- the infatuation kind- 'he's so handsome, she's so beautiful'- that can shrivel. As soon as something goes wrong, that kind of love can fly out the window.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

No matter where you live, the biggest defect we human beings have is our shortsightedness. We don't see what we could be.

There is a reason God limits man's days.