“Love! Love until the night collapses!”

“And then he left, and came back, and our lives fell apart, like a well-loved book that you’dread and read again, until one night you picked it up to read yourself to sleep and the binding collapsed, sending dozens of pages spiraling toward the floor.”

“Love is not love until love´s vulnerable.”

“We love the morning, because we know that there will be night soon! We love the night, because we know that there will be morning soon! Who loves the morning if there shall be no night? Who loves the night if there shall be no morning?”

“It's not morning until you're awake. And it's not night until you're asleep in your bed under my roof. And I could go on and on but hope is a horrible thing, and I love you too much to give you any.”

“We love the night and its quiet; and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.”