And isn’t that the sum of all love? The whole story of love? Something that takes you by surprise, something that is seen from a distance, and yet recognized instantly and clearly? Something you are...

Why were men such fools, that they created the very hurts for themselves that they most feared?

And isn’t that the tragedy of love, it’s utter and complete deceit, that you can only be true in it, that you only wish to reveal your full truth to the one you love, with...

After the leave-taking, there is the leaving. And once you have left, you discover the ten thousand things that you still carry – memories of touch, scent and sight.