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.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.

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?

You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.

Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself - who have felt the same way we have, who have occupied the rooms we find ourselves locked in at various points of our lives.

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.