“What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul
more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does.
Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.”
“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes.
The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish.
So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep.
And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, __________, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath
your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life
you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”