Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.

I worked because I could control it.

He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

I believe that you live on inside the hearts and minds of everyone you've touched while you were here on earth.

It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no, than to think that nobody’s out there.

Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.