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.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

It’s the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: the history of how you felt.

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

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

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?