We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

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

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

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.

Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things

We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.