The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time." Lawrence Durrell in "Clea," book three of the epic Alexandria Quartet - which I am reading for the third time since my early 20s...relishing its superb prose and enigmatic insights into the nature of love.

And I saw her as a sad thirtieth child of Valentine that fell, not as Lucifer rebelling against God, but because she too passionately wanted to be united with him! All things in excess become sin.

Music is only love looking for words.

For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as do the ordinary people, but to fulfill it in its true potential - the imagination.

One always falls in love with the love-choice of the person one loves.

Love is poetry plus biology.

It's unthinkable not to love -you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

Love joins and then divides. How else would we be growing?