“Darling,You asked me to write you a letter, so I am writing you a letter. I do not know why I am writing you this letter, or what this letter is supposed to be about, but I am writing it nonetheless, because I love you very much and trust that you have some good purpose for having me write this letter. I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.Your father”

“I am not much engaged by the problems of what you might call our day but I am burdened by the particular, the mad person who writes me a letter. It is no longer necessary for them even to write me. I know when someone is thinking of me. I learn to deal with this.”

“Write," he said."I'll write to you as soon as I get there," answered Julian."No. Not to me. Write books. Not letters. Write them for me, for Penelope.”

“I write you a letter that beginsWith I love you and ends with I love you andSomewhere in the middle is one goodbye forEvery hurt”

“To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.”

“Letters...People do not write the truth; they write the things that, they believe, you would like to read.”