““I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.””—
“The nature of love is something that I stumble over and have for most of my life. I find it very hard to lose myself in love, there is part of me that always remains cynical (rather than merely sceptical) of the transformative power of love. And having nearly been destroyed by love in the past, that is, found myself in positions where any move I might make would only cause infinite pain to those I would otherwise want to protect from the slightest harm, means I struggle to accept even the most complex theories of the nature of love. I think perhaps love has caused me the most psychological damage I’m capable of bearing.”—
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