“Come along, my brave one. Your wife and son want to see you.”

“I like you more than any other woman I've ever met. I've never even thought about spending my life with one woman until now. I want to live with you, take care of you, grow old with you. I want to sleep with you in my arms every night for the rest of my life. I want to see your belly swell with my child - a son or daughter with mop of curly hair. I want you for my wife.”

“I want to see my wife and children every day, I want to see my grass and blossoms and corn ... But above all, except the wife and children, I want to see my books.”

“Don’t do it,” the voice calmly said from the other side of the door. “Ihave a way that you will be able to see your wife and son again.”

“That was one of the worst things about losing your wife, I found: your wife is the very person you want to discuss it all with.”

“Have faith little one ‘til your hopes and your wishes come true. You must try to be brave.”