Remember, we are our own griefs, my dear, we are our own happinesses and we are our own remedies.[An excerpt from “My friend, Abigail”]

Whenever the birds sing, I will remember you Claire. As long as the sun shines, I will love you. And when the sun darkens everything and the dead sky falls, I will hope to see life again, I will hope to see you. There was never much hope but a fool's hope and a fool am I.

I'm a cactus but I will only offer you flowers.

There is no intoxicant more dangerous than the passion of love; intoxicating both the holder and the beholder.