Mortals have always exaggerated the difference between hate and love. Both come from the heart. You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.

The opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference.

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.

Does love survive? Yes, I thought, somewhere in some place it is saved and made sacred.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.