Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

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.

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

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.

We see in others what we want and what we fear.

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

When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.