“We can do anything. It’s not becauseour hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what westruggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bringyour friends. It’s a potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m makingthose long noodles you love so much.”

“When I’m with him, everything makes so much sense…when I’m away, it’s so much shit.”

“I’m a witch. It’s what we do. When it’s nobody else’s business, it’s my business.”

“But it’s December now, and the sky is bright, and it’s clear to me. I’m telling you why we broke up, Ed. I’m writing it in this letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.”

“No, you’re the girl I’m in love with. I love you more than my own life,” Jack declared fervently. “If anything happens to you Maia, it will be over for me. I’m never gonna come back from losing you—not in ten, not in fifty years. So I’m asking you not to throw away what we have on some fucking job someone else can do. I’m begging you to give what we have a chance. You’ve done your time; it’s OK to slow down, babe. I promise you, I’ll make it my life’s priority to make you happy.”~Jack to Maia”

“I’m scared because I love you so much sometimes it’s hard to breathe.”