“What did a person need to survive? Food. Water. Shelter. Warmth in cold weather. And something else... books.”

“Together greet life's solemn real.Together own one glad ideal,Together laugh, together ache,And think one thought- "Each other's sake,"And hope one hope- in new-world weather,To still go on, and go together.”

“It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries and letters and the scribbled thoughts that clutter my mind and bookshelves, then maybe I can explain what happened. Maybe the worlds I have inhabited for the past seven years will assume order and logic and wholeness on paper. Maybe I can tell my story in a way that is useful to someone else.”

“We are ourselves what we appreciate and no more.”

“As he watches the sun rise, what grieves him is that he failed her. He thinks of the terror she felt. They tell him it was quick, as if that will somehow confine the horror.”

“Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.”

“Take my love for granted," he said, "and I shall do the same for you.”