When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.

It’s the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: the history of how you felt.

When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.