Michael Chabon Quotes

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

Love is blind, as they say, and because love is blind, it often leads to tragedy: to conflicts in which one love is pitted against another love, and something has to give, with suffering guaranteed in any resolution.

Love's a loaded gun and it shoots to kill.

Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed!

Perhaps all early love affairs ought to be strangled or drowned, like so many blind kittens.

Love's pure free joy when it works, but when it goes bad you pay for the good hours at loan-shark prices.

Ah, love. A dreadful bond! And yet, so easily severed.

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part.

The road to love is littered by the bones of other ones, who by the magic of the moment were mysteriously undone.

Every love story is a potential grief story.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the wise spurn one to remain safe from the other, but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.

Relationships that begin in passion's raging fire often end in the coldest ashes.

The problem with being passionately in love ... is that it deprives you of too much sleep.

Girl trouble, for me, is when you fall in love.

I have been heartbroken once and it has affected all my relationships from there on. But now I look at it as a occupational hazard. If you are in the meat market at some point you are gonna get mad cows disease.

I am a sucker for romance and I love girls and that is a terrible combination, because romance has the ability to overwhelm your perspective.

True love, especially first love, can be so tumultuous and passionate that it feels like a violent journey.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.

In regards to your love life, you're just entering into a whole of pain if you talk about it. If you've never said anything, there are no sound bites to haunt you when you're crying into a box of Kleenex after it all goes wrong.

In love there is but little rest.

Despair is part of love.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

I keep letting you back in. How can I explain myself? As painful as this thing has been, I just can't be with no one else.