I don't know whether the bird you are holding is dead or alive, but what I do know is that it is in your hands. It is in your hands.

Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. the lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glance of the lover’s inward eyes.

I would solve a lot of literary problems just thinking about a character in the subway, where you can't do anything anyway.

Our ancestors are an ever widening circle of hope.

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

Being able to laugh got me through.

He said, 'Always. Always.