It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being.

Shallow believers prefer a shallow God.

Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and after telling me how many feet I have, "goodbye" would break me to pieces. Ain't that sweet. "So long," she murmured from the far side of the trees.

if they put an iron circle around your neck I will bite it away

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don't need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens — that letting go — you let go because you can.

He said, 'Always. Always.

I dream a dream that dreams back at me.