In the book the relationship with Katharine and Almasy is sort of only in the patient's mind.
Right now, I have no idea what I will write or if I will write again.
Truth, at the wrong time, can be dangerous.
We are expanded by tears, we are told, not reduced by them.
I see the poem or the novel ending with an open door.
All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.