“The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.”

“With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.”

“sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my s...”

“Sometimes I think,I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.”

“in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.”

“May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.”

“Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.”

“So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.”

“The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.”

“If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.”

“She avoids deep thought like an empty restaurant, not out of stupidity, but a canny resolve to be happy.”

“Some things scratch the surface while others strike at your soul.”

“When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.”

“Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherle...”

“When you have power and use it for destructive purpose: you don't deserve it.”