“There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting; It’s luring me on as of old; Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting So much as just finding the gold. It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder, It’s the forests where silence has lease; It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder, It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.”

“There’s nothing you could do to make me any more or less gay, Dad. It’s who I am.”“It’s not who you are. It’s part of who you are, but it’s not who you are. You’re so much more than just that, and I’m proud of you. All of you." ~ Lucas' Father”

“I want to be a standup economist, because isn’t money funny? Actually, without gold backing our currency, it’s all funny money.”

“Mostly I’m a thinker, a worrier … it’s not that there’s no free spirit in me. But it’s a free spirit with a five-year plan”

“It’s really over, isn’t it?”He laughed and pulled me into his lap. “That’s the beauty of it all. Nothing’s over. It’s just a new start.”

“Because he tells me. All the fucking time. I’m precious to him and I know it because he shows me and he tells me. It’s beautiful. It’s real. It’s right.”