I could not bear to think that I wrote a five-hundred page novel just because I needed to love my father.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

I love Christmas, not just because of the presents but because of all the decorations and lights and the warmth of the season.

He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.

I don't believe love goes away just because you're buried in a casket.

I'm not a vitiligo spokesperson just because I have vitiligo.