“What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?”
“It's impossible to walk through solid rock... You have to walk between the molecules that make up the rock.”
“To go through hurt, you have to stumble on the rocks in order to walk on solid ground.”
“It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.”
“That he would love her no matter what she told him, and that he was the kind of man who loved her already and would love her forever.”
“Man must have fires in his life: Fire of love; fire of work; fire of doing kindness... Without fires, man is just a cold rock!”