Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

…is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you – to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?…

He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.

It’s like this when you fall hard for a musician. It’s a crush with religious overtones. You listen to the songs and you memorize the words and the notes and this is a form of...

We are like the moon. The moon shines anyway, but it does not produce its own light. It reflects the light illuminated onto its surface by the Sun and is never proud to say “I...

I understand,” she said. It was that, of course, that pierced him as if she had stabbed him through the heart. To him it was the sound of lost faith and it was unendurable. He...

…how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads – your patter, my patten – I explore the liturgy of your words…

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

You are the one star I wish upon nightly, praying your glory will fall from the heavens and land in my undeserving arms.

Imitation is the greatest form of flattery, but worship is the greatest form of adoration.

Was it wisdom? Was it knowledge? Was it, once more, the deceptiveness of beauty, so that all one’s perceptions, half-way to truth, were tangled in a golden mesh? Or did she lock up within her...