Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

I let him know a hurt had been mended in a way that he couldn’t have known, and for that alone there would always be a piece of me indebted to him.

Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.

Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

I thought the world had actually ended. I thought nothing good could ever happen again. I thought anything might happen if I wasn't vigilant. I didn't eat. I didn't go out. I didn't want to see anyone. But I survived, Paul. Much to my own surprise, I got through it. And life...well, gradually became livable again.

Just live well. Just live