“You're a way-getter-inner, I can tell.”
“Getters don't get--givers get.”
“You know," she says. "You're still alive. I don't know how many different ways I can try to tell you before it finally sinks in.”
“You should tell the truth as often as you can, but in such a way as people don't believe you or think that you're being funny.”
“...can I tell you something...? I don't think you're in love with the past. I think you're scared of the future.”
“I can tell you that solitudeIs not all exaltation, inner spaceWhere the soul breathes and work can be done.Solitude exposes the nerve,Raises up ghosts.The past, never at rest, flows through it.”