Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

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

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

I think you can love someone and be infatuated with them, too. But infatuation is immediate, while the sort of love in the West is something you build with someone. It's a trust.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.