“Sometimes now was enough.Sometimes it was everything.”

“Sometimes love was to be grasped in any form and in any manner it was offered. And sometimes love must be given in the same way.”

“Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?”

“Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.”

“Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.”

“Why was it that silence sometimes felt like a physical thing with a weight of its own?”

“And so silence and ...darkness hold happiness and joy?" he said softly."Assuredly," she said, "provided one listens to the silence and gazes deeply into the darkness. Everything is there. Everything.”