Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

I am not sure exactly what heaven will be like, but I know that when we die and it comes time for God to judge us, he will not ask, "How many good things have you done in your life?" rather he will ask, "How much love did you put into what you did?"

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; its a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.