“Love doesn't adhere to time and boundaries does it? It just is.”

“Love doesn't tell time. Love is simply just there or it isnt.”

“I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.”

“We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?”

“But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath.Yes. Horrible, isn't it?”

“Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too,’ the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can.”