"My life so often feels filled with affection and tenderness—certainly from my closest and dearest friends and beloveds, but also from and among strangers. I guess it is a kind of failure not to learn how to love and be loved, but I also think it’s a kind of love to bear witness to love itself: to pay attention to it, especially in unlikely places and forms, to record it, to struggle to write love down so that it changes me. In that way, I feel an incredible sense of wealth."

—Patrick Rosal