I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence.

I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord, toward your holy of holies.

Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.

Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.

If it makes you feel better, I promise to forget.

There is nothing like love. You should try it.” Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.

At times, he even admitted that he'd been more an observer of the world than a participant in it.