“It's all too much.”

“In today's rush we all think too much, seek too much, want too much and forget about the joy of just Being.”

“Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealous
readers.) But it was all too much—too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhaps
too much ice cream…”

“He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.”

“If something takes too long, something happens to you. You become all and only the thing you want and nothing else, for you have paid too much for it, too much in wanting and too much in waiting and too much in getting.”

“I like people too much or not at all.”

“Of all human activities, writing is the one for which it is easiest to find excuses not to begin – the desk's too big, the desk's too small, there's too much noise, there's too much quiet, it's too hot, it's too cold, too early, too late. I had learned over the years to ignore them all and simply to start.”

“You took too much man, too much, too much.”

“There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too sad.”

“It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little.”