“mysoul, the mythical part of humans that the angels caredabout.”

“Only the sun is in the sky. Nothing flies. There are no angels here.”

“Perhaps it is because now I live in his story. Now I am a part of his, and he of mine, and the part we write sometimes feels like the only part that matters.”

“Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.”

“My heart will always fly his name. I won’t go gentle. I’l find a way to soar like the angels in the stories and I will find him.”

“Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.”

“Cada minuto que compartimos con alguien le da parte de nuestra vida y nos da parte de la suya”