Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.