In the beginning, I had considered these stops on my journey as interruptions - but I'm coming to understand that perhaps these detours are my journey.

It is a peculiar thing to believe that you know someone intimately only to find that you really do not. It is like finishing a book only to discover that you have missed several key chapters. THE LETTER Chapter 9 page 104

I don't want to go to Peru. "How do you know? You've never been there." I've never been to hell either and I'm pretty sure I don't want to go there.

In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.

Some men see mountains as obstacles. Others as a canvas.

Can you ever forgive me? I already have. How could you? I don't deserve it. That's what makes it love.

sometimes it's the fight that makes a thing worth having