We must have one love, one great love in our life, since it gives us an alibi for all the moments when we are filled with despair.
Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.