“And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home For singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.”
“I'm here," he said into her ear, as the tears came faster. "Emma, I'm here with you now. Listen to me: I will always be here."Always, she thought. He said "always," but he had forgotten to say finally. Finally you are here. Thank God, finally at last.”
“Here are the two best prayers I know: 'Help me, help me, help me' and 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“Thank you for bringing me home.”
“But Gracie, someday is here. Now. I’m not proposing to you or anything. I just want you to know, I've found the one for me…in you.”
“I don’t belong here. I know that. But I don’t belong anywhere else, either. And that is at the heart of the black depression pressing down on me, flattening me. I have no place. No home. Sex, but no real affection. I am kept, but not cherished.”