aphorisms (48)

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; its a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky.

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.