I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

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?

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

I didn’t know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed.

To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.

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.

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.