“What I love about mornings is the sense of possibility”

“No, no, no, so not getting the point of fear. Because fear wasn't about what made sense. Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.”

“This morning I understand what it means to die: when we disappear, it is the others who die for us, for here I am , lying on a cold pavement and it is not the dying I care about; it has no more meaning this morning that it did yesterday. But never again will I see those I love, and if that is what dying is about then it really is the tragedy they say it is.”

“If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!”

“It's six o'clock in the morning-I open my eyes and think about you.I thought it was like a never ending fairy-tale.But I'm alone in my bedroom, looking at the celling-Thinking about what we have; what we've done-I was thinking about our life together-Thinking about our love.The only thing I know is...That I'm in love with you,That I'm in love with you.”

“A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.”