“An apology is the superglue of life! It can repair just about anything!!”

“On a lazy Saturday morning when you're lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one. Are you awake, or are you dreaming? You see people and things; some are familiar; some are strange. You talk, you feel, but you move without walking; you fly without wings. Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes. Time stands still. For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come.”

“A man who don't know history, he don't know anything.”

“Stay put,” he said. “I don’t want you setting off any explosives that’ll get us both killed.”“Let me go with you.”“I don’t want you getting hurt, Red.”There was something about the sound of his voice that gave her pause. “Don’t tell me you care.”He ruffled her hair as though she were four instead of twenty-five. “All right, I won’t. Just stay put.”

“I’ll accept your apology on one condition.” He folded his arms across his chest.“Anything?”“You trust me.”

“Nothing so reminds you like the sea that the enemy of life is not death but loneliness.”

“I think that there are many different ways of getting and staying sober. Like religion, I just don't think that one way is the only way.”