Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood - or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.

I'm just not the same. Half of me is out there looking for you and the other half is wishing i didn't have to." I don't want to live - I want to love first, And live incidentally. Don't-don't ever think of the things you can't give me-You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all-and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had.

I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.

People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.