Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?

I promised myself that no matter where I went, what I did, I'd never take anything for granted again.

I hope that's true, because I figured out why I'd never finished it, what I was waiting for. I was waiting for you, Clare. For them. For us. I want to finish it up for you, for them, for us.

Courage comes in different forms. There's strength--that's the muscle. But love's the heart. When you put them together, you can do anything.

I was having the surreal experience of having myself show myself around my office and bullpen.” “Oh! My desk. I could’ve sat at my desk. I could’ve sat at your desk.” “No.” “It’s a vid set.” “Even then, no.

I write every day. Even if I'm not writing well, I write through it. I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank one.

I want to keep you, till the end of days.