“(Perhaps he realized that) two damaged people could never really make a whole undamaged person between them.”

“Was that pity? I think it was. No wonder, I even pity myself. Will the pity make her love me? Make her take me home with her and look after me like the plant? Fucking bastard smug plant.”

“... I somehow convinced myself that she knew how I felt, and that she probably felt the same way.”

“I have something very important to say to you, but I can't tell you what it is. It's a very important thing, but I'll tell you another time.”

“Stick in and do my best.”

“Walk tall look the world in the eye.”

“It took two," I said. "Two different people to make the Heartwood what it is. Two different experiences, grief and joy, combined. True love never has just one face, does it? It must always have two, or it isn't true love at all.”