Even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

Perhaps we were each allotted only a certain amount of love - enough for only an initial meeting - a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being.

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

Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now. And I'm much less likely to be indifferent. For me, indifference is the end of life.