“My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.”

“Nobody knows you.You don't know yourself.And I, who am half in love with you,What am I in love with?My own imaginings?”

“For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.”

“That's how women are with me " said Paul. "They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.”

“Lies About LoveWe are all liars, becauseThe truth of yesterdaybecomes a lie tomorrow,Whereas letters are fixed,and we live by the letter of truth.The love I feel for my friend, this year,is different from the love I felt last year.If it were not so, it would be a lie.Yet we reiterate love! love! love!as if it were a coin with fixed valueinstead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.”

“I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.”

“For God's sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don't say surgaries, or I'm done.”