Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect.

“I can't do it. I've been here before and it's not a room with a view. The only …”

“I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be wei…”

“I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.”

“Kom naar beneden!’Ik kwam naar beneden, en toen ik weer op de grond stond, gaf …”