“I love this mansion, though it is too many windows...to open halfway each morning...to close halfway each night.”
“We just have to learn to meet each other halfway okay?”
“For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.”
“Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.”
“Lovers are not snails; they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.”
“For it is only habit and memory that dulls the physical passion. Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first.”