Love is an indescribable sensation - perhaps a conviction, a sense of certitude.

In love there are two things - bodies and words

Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.

But he doesn't love her. I invented that. It is a plot if you imagine people in love--the lazy looping criss crosses of love, blows, stares, tears. No. It doesn't happen. No love. People meet, touch, stare into one another's faces, shake their heads clear, move on, forget. It doesn't happen.

In love there are two things - bodies and words.

All that matters in life is forging deep ties of love and family and friends. Writing and reading come later.