Im not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. Im not sure that I want to wake up.

I love you he whispered and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were no matter how fucked up no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.

Never love a wild thing Mr. Bell Holly advised him. That was Docs mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you cant give your heart to a wild thing the more you do the stronger they get. Until theyre strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. Thats how youll end up Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. Youll end up looking at the sky.Shes drunk Joe Bell informed me. Moderately Holly confessed....Holly lifted her martini. Lets wish the Doc luck too she said touching her glass against mine. Good luck and believe me dearest Doc -- its better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

Accept the things to which fate binds you and love the people with whom fate brings you togetherbut do so with all your heart.

The day the power of love overrules the love of power the world will know peace.

I think we ought to live happily ever after.

I belong to the people I love and they belong to me--they and the love and loyaty I give them form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someones hair. And a part of you was drawn to her and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle kick a stone remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought Please dont look at me. If you dont I can still turn away. And part of you thought Look at me.

Im a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.

Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.