I don't want to let go, because tonight I'm not looking for anything more than being part of him. Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.

You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.

Later, when they were almost asleep he had called out to her. 'Finke?' 'Yeah?' 'We'll make a great team. You plant. I build.

You're going to set us all on fire, you homicidal feral fruitcake.

We look at each other for a moment and for once I feel awkward. It's not that I'm not into humility; I've just never had to practise it.

I'm scared to die," I whispered as Michael walked in. "He was scared to live," he said kissing my forehead.

For reasons he couldn’t understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.