“I look at her, then at Tasha, and I feel the wondrous blend of bliss and fear. They--bliss and fear--are constant companions. Rarely does one venture out without the other.”

“My son,' he wrote to me, 'fear the love of woman; fear that bliss, that poison....”

“Love is making friends with fear because fear is the constant companion of intimacy ~ and when you bring fear out of the darkness and into the light, you realize it was an illusion based on our own insecurities.”

“Look at her -- I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way -- what bliss.”

“People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening.”

“If I had to describe what love meant, really, not in the abstract or the sentimental or the way I'd imagined it before, that I'd say it was completely irrational, made up of so many opposites, the kind that couldn't exist without the other: bliss and sadness, courage and fear, adoration and disgust.”