When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you’ll be so close as to be living inside each other’s skins.

I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

But when he’s cut, I bleed.

For the courage of her heart, which I saw face down the greatest horrors I know without breaking. For the high and hungry intelligence of her mind, which never stops asking questions, nor thinking about the answers. For the spark of her spirit, which could teach bonfires how to burn. That's three. Enough for going on with. All this is set beside me, and you ask me instead if I want dirt? I do not understand farmers