The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

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.

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

Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.

If you travel too often, you actually come face-to-face with what you're trying to escape. I feel like when I travel alone, sometimes it's like being locked in a hotel room with my own worst enemy.

I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than anything because if it were just an accident, then God must have died before he could finish the world.

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