How will the world change if we do not question it?

I think of myself as an enormously lucky person.

It is our duty and our joy to communicate our hearts to each other. Words assist us in this task.

If I am just home and writing, I become very strange.

I write two pages - that's all I write. It takes me about an hour. I've learned that's all I'm capable of and to push myself beyond that is foolhardy. It's a very delicate thing, and I will not abuse it. So I write two pages, then I get up from the computer.

You are down there alone, the stars seemed to say to him. And we are up here, in our constellations, together.

Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth. (page 128)