“So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.”
“And Robespierre, the Incorruptible, who loved us so much he cut off our heads so we would not be troubled by too many thoughts.”
“God loves us the way we are, but too much to leave us that way.”
“God loves us mucho, so much that He desires more, much more for us.”
“There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad.”
“Love is blind, they say--but isn't it more that love makes us see too much? Isn't it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?”