“Just how many times are you going to make me sew you back together again?”

“How do you make someone understand what it means or how it feels to be torn in half? Not many people know this desperate need to be put back together again.”

“Many times you will fail. That is the nature of the world, and the truth of life. But when you find your horse again, will go back or will you go forward?”

“Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo. You couldn‟t take a peek at what you‟d manufactured and decide, Oh, wait, I wanted to make sewing machines instead of machine guns; let me go back to the beginning and start again. One shot. That was all you got.”

“How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How many times before the damage is irreparable?”

“I wish we could go back in time and climb trees together again. I love you, Vera. I always will.”