“The sky is now indelible ink,
The branches reft asunder;
But you and I we do not shrink;
We love the lovely thunder.”

“Memory is more indelible than ink.”

“Truth as clear and blue as the sky we walk under. Love as bright and loud as the lightning and thunder. Peace as pure and white as the moon, so full of wonder. So many different colours of Islam!”

“Stop right there!
I gotta know right now!
Before we go any further —
Do you love me?
Will you love me forever?”

“You are all that exists on the earth and under the sky that I do love.”

“I love the smell of book ink in the morning.”

“But it’s December now, and the sky is bright, and it’s clear to me. I’m telling you why we broke up, Ed. I’m writing it in this letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.”

“We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.”

“It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.”

“We don't even love each other.
I do a bit, you know.
You do what a bit?
You know. Like you… whatever… love you a bit.
I think I kind of love you too.”