Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

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?

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

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.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

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

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.