"How foolish it is to think we love only with our hearts. The heart is just an organ with a job to do, a quota to fill. When I love I don’t want to love with a blood-pumping machine. I want to love with every inch of my body.
I will love you with my knees and my fingertips, with my elbows and my collarbones. With my freckles and my knuckles, my wrinkles and my scars. And I will love you with all the spaces in between." —

"I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." —