I think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all the excitement has worn off.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

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

Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

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

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