Marriage isnt a love affair. It isnt even a honeymoon. Its a job. A long hard job at which both partners have to work harder than theyve worked at anything in their lives before. If its a good marriage it changes it evolves but it does on getting better. Ive seen it with my own mother and father. But a bad marriage can dissolve in a welter of resentment and acrimony. Ive seen that too in my own miserable and disastrous attempt at making another person happy. And its never one persons fault. Its the sum total of a thousand little irritations disagreements idiotic details that in a sound alliance would simply be disregarded or forgotten in the healing act of making love. Divorce isnt a cure its a surgical operation even if there are no children to consider.

To become vegetarian is to step into the stream which leads to nirvana.

The police seemed to think I killed her which is crazy because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.

I know were fucked up all right Im impulsive and hot-tempered and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute and then you need me the next. I never get anything right and I dont deserve you...but I fucking love you Abby. I love you more than Ive loved anyone or anything ever. When youre around I dont need booze or money or the fighting or the one-night stands...all I need is you. Youre all I think about. Youre all I dream about. Youre all I want. - Travis

He was powerful and I died of love in his shadow.

You see the first thing we love is a scene. For love at first sight requires the very sign of its suddenness and of all things it is the scene which seems to be seen best for the first time a curtain parts and what had not yet ever been seen is devoured by the eyes the scene consecrates the object I am going to love. The context is the constellation of elements harmoniously arranged that encompass the experience of the amorous subject...Love at first sight is always spoken in the past tense. The scene is perfectly adapted to this temporal phenomenon distinct abrupt framed it is already a memory the nature of a photograph is not to represent but to memorialize... this scene has all the magnificence of an accident I cannot get over having had this good fortune to meet what matches my desire.The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill for a time the subjects dream of total union with the loved being The longing for consummation with the other... In this moment everything is suspended time law prohibition nothing is exhausted nothing is wanted all desires are abolished for they seem definitively fulfilled... A moment of affirmation for a certain time though a finite one a deranged interval something has been successful I have been fulfilled all my desires abolished by the plenitude of their satisfaction.

Ive seen you beauty and you belong to me now whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

Youll probably die if you stay with me he told me.Then Im dead either way because I wont survive without you.

Love is never supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to heal to be your haven from misery to make living fucking worthwhile.

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy dont hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway thats often the case. Anyway whatever it is dont be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. Dont Hesitate