What Keeps Me Going Is My Children.

Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being "in Love" Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

God Is An Oppressor, He Is Incapable Of Human Sympathy; Behind A Smiling Face He Hides An Evil Heart.

He Gets Into The Habit Of Thinking So Passionately At Night That He Begins To Be Persecuted By Insomnia.

[she] Knew That It Was Not Precisely A Body That One Loved. One Loved The Man Who Shone Out Through The Eyes And Used Its Mouth To Smile And Speak.

When You Have Children It Completely Shifts Your Focus; They Become The Most Passionate Love Of Your Life...