It's not the lie that's the problem; it's the distance the lie forges between you.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done.

The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.

Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.

Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don't think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year.