Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.

There's nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.

Oh, the secret life of man and woman--dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.