Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go.

We see in others what we want and what we fear.

They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?