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.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

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

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.

If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony; in a car on the way to the airport; or as a gray bedrooms fills with dawn, one lover watching the other; or as two strangers stand together in the rain with no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don't know then. But later you realize - that was the moment.

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.