In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.

It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.

In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.

I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself in your world and never make a world of my own. And where would that leave us? We'd both be bored stupid.

It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me.

I have been standing on the side of life, watching it float by. I want to swim in the river. I want to feel the current. -Loving Frank