Maybe it’s the only time when men and women can truly be the same, when they’re powerless and terrified. But women are forced to feel it so much more than men. By men, usually.
Love is a chain with a handcuff on both ends. We don’t notice that until the chain pulls tight.
Love has no accounting or ledger or quid pro quo. We invest it because our heart insists without any demand of return.
Love can’t be tested. Honesty, yes. Loyalty, for sure. But not love. Love goes on forever, even if we come to hate the one we love. You can love someone and do terrible things to them, all at the same time.
It’s what people know about themselves that makes them afraid.
It’s such an arrogance to love someone and to expect it in return.
It’s always love that sends us down the rabbit hole.
It’s a unique irony of our city that the poor have no say in whether they are evicted, but they have a very great say in who gets to evict them.
It isn’t a secret if keeping it doesn’t hurt.
In the end, regardless of laws or who chooses, each one of us, every atom in every galaxy in every universe, is moving towards God.[to Lin]
In matters of food, I am French. In matters of love, I am Italian. But in matters of business, I am Swiss. Strictly neutral, especially with other people’s business.
I need to be running towards something, not away from it.[to Karla]
