May my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...Returningto its favorite flower.

Where would we be without it, memory? Well, it'll never die here. Never in this country. We feed it too well.

At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.

She knew she should say something profound, something beautiful in response. Instead, she spoke the truth. 'If we make it out of here alive, I'm going to kiss you unconscious.

There is no need searching for love, it cannot be found-it happens!

Life is a process during which one initially gets less and less dependent, independent, and then more and more dependent.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...Is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

All things, even the deepest sorrow or the most profound happiness are all temporary. Hope is fuel for the soul, without hope, forward motion ceases.

I don't need anyone to rectify my existence. The most profound relationship we will ever have is the one with ourselves.