Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.

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

The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.

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

without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.