"If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony: in a taxi, on the way to the airport as a cold bedroom churning with the sun of the morning. One lover watching the other and seeing himself for the first time. Where two strangers standing together in the rain, no bus in sight, some friends birthday dinner, a single night and you’re ready to give everything, even if it means ruin. Love is like a bookmark, divides us with the before and the after, and always without words. Love is like life but starts before and continuous after. We arrive and depart in the middle."