“A heart ain't a brainBut I thinkThat I still loveyou ”

“I still think that, sometimes, thinkthat maybe "the afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable.”

“Always rememberYou are lovedYou carry the loveYou spread the loveYou radiate the loveAnd the love is returned to you”

“The future's another country, man... And I still ain't got a passport. ”

“Oh, God, Francesca,Now there’s a good one.Why?Why? Why?” He gave each one a different tenor, as if he were testing out the word, asking it todifferent people.“Why?” he asked again, this time with increased volumeas he turned around to face her.“Why? It’sbecause I love you, damn me to hell. Because I’ve always loved you. Because I loved you when youwere with John, and I loved you when I was in India, and God only knows I don’t deserve you, but Ilove you, anyway.”Francesca sagged against the door.“How’s that for a witty little joke?” he mocked. “I loveyou. I loveyou, my cousin’s wife. I loveyou, theone woman I can never have. I loveyou, Francesca Bridger-ton Stirling.”

“I don't rhyme about guns I ain't shotHoes I ain't caughtOr shit I ain't bought.”