“If only [love] could be turned off. It's not a faucet. Love's a bloody river with level-five rapids. Only a catastrophic act of nature or a dam has any chance of stopping it- and then only succeeds in diverting it. Both measures are extreme and change the terrain so much you end up wondering why you bothered. No landmarks to gauge your position when it's done. Only way to survive is to devise new ways to map out life.”

“Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?”I looked at him. What did Jericho Barrons know of love?“If only it did. If only it could be turned off. It’s not a faucet. Love’s a bloody river with level-five rapids. Only a catastrophic act of nature or a dam has any chance of stopping it—and then usually only succeeds in diverting it. Both measures are extreme and change the terrain so much you end up wondering why you bothered. No landmarks to gauge your position when it’s done. Only way to survive is to devise new ways to map out life. You loved her yesterday, you love her today. And she did something that devastates you. You’ll love her tomorrow.”

“Why so much hate in your mind when love is the only way to straighten things out?”

“You could not turn off love- even the rather absent, sometimes taken for granted love- the way you'd turn off a faucet. Love ran from the heart and the heart had it's own imperatives”

“The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,So hard to earn so easily burnedIn the fullness of time,A garden to nurture and protectIt's a measure of a lifeThe treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,The way you live, the gifts that you giveIn the fullness of time,It's the only return that you expect”

“How much better my life has been for knowing him. For loving him, even if it's only in the limited way that I can manage.But I never get the chance.”