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

Children are the closest we have to wisdom and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.

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 think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all the excitement has worn off.

Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.

I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.

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