Why does the longing for love have to be so acute, like a desperate thirst? Is it because love is wanting to be saved and we can never really be save….

I think we all look for clues that we are not utterly alone... Clues we find in literature and paintings and music and even someone’s eyes; clues tha….

Books aren’t just my defenses, the sandbags I use to fortify my position; they are also the building blocks of my soul, and I am the sum of all I rea….

Love is self-explanatory: the right person makes you feel well nigh immortal, vaccinating you with their affections. So long as you remain in their h….

It is said that life is too short, and that’s quite true, unless you are lonely. Loneliness can bring time to its knees; an absolute and utter stands….

So who is better off, those who share love long enough to see which parts inevitably fade or those who lose their love when it is still pristine? I t….

I don’t think we ever really live in the present; instead, we’re either just this side of the past or future, wavering anxiously between anticipation….

Maybe other people are like mirrors that we see ourselves in; versions of ourselves that vary dramatically depending on the particular cut of glass..

I've known people whose faces rested naturally in a smile and I'm certain their lives were much different because of that..

I wonder if music is the only expression of the soul that is not hopelessly compromised in communication..

Without art; without paintings, books, sculpture and music, the human soul would be quite impenetrable, don't you think?.

I’ve always hated Mondays, the whole lot of them. Too much whiplash, snapping the tired masses to attention. God’s way, perhaps, of reminding us that….

If love doesn’t triumph, it ought to. For love is the one thing we have that feels more powerful than even death; the only respite from life’s wretch….

Maybe what life needs is a good soundtrack, especially during the long stretches when nothing interesting is being said. A soundtrack might dignify t….

We are all eccentrics in our dreams. Lunatics, even..