Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

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.

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.

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.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.

Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go.