"Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute and secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book."
"The new lover enters the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in new light. That is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire."
"You have to protect yourself from sadness. Sadness is very close to hate. Let me tell you this. This is the thing I learned. If you take in someone else's poison– thinking that you can cure them by sharing it– you will instead store in within you."
Michael Ondaatje.
