I would take anything I love and throw it off the highest cliff you ever saw and not wait to hear it bounce.

I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.

All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.

Optimism can keep a fool from accepting failure.

But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.

All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. Especially do all stories of monogamy end in death, and your man who is monogamous while he often lives most happily, dies in the most lonely fashion.

In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you'll dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it to the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.