“Love is opening up, removing stitches prematurely, letting the wound tremble in the sunlight.”
“Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.”
“He had the effect on her of a window being thrown open and fresh air and sunlight being let in”
“Things that are unsightly: birthmarks, infidelity, strangers in one's kitchen. Too much sunlight. Stitches. Missing teeth. Overlong guests.”
“I'm a uniter not a divider. That means when it comes time to sew up your chest cavity, we use stitches as opposed to opening it up.”
“Love is an open wound that you hope never heals.”