Fathers die.You keep on loving them in any way you can.You can't hide him away in your heart.

In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows absence.

He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall.

How we are almost nothing. We think, in our youth, we are the centre of the universe, but we simply respond, go this way or that by accident, survive or improve by the luck of the draw, with little choice or determination on our part.

There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.

In the book the relationship with Katharine and Almasy is sort of only in the patient's mind.

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle