“The act of love is a confession.”
“Confession is an act of violence against the unoffending.”
“What is art? (...) Like a declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that none the less reflects the true meaning of life—love and sacrifice.”
“Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.”
“I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.”
“I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.”