“Ignorantly is how we all fall in love; for it is a kind of fall. Closing our eyes, we leap from that cliff in hope of a soft landing. Nor is it always soft; but still, without that leap nobody comes to life.”

“I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.”

“Falling in love is like leaping from a cliff. Your brain screams that it’s not a good idea and that hurt and pain will inevitably come to you. But yourheart believes you can soar, glide and fly.”

“There's got to be a moment when that baby [flying] squirrel looks from the end of one branch to the tree six feet away and thinks twice about making a leap. Falling in love is no different; it's the moment that we close our eyes and throw away everything that seems reasonable and hope to God there's someone or something waiting to catch us on the other side.”

“SENSE OF SOMETHING COMING: I am like a flag in the center of open space.I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must liveit through.while the things of the world still do not move:the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are fullof silence,the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.I leap out, and fall back,and throw myself out, and am absolutely alonein the great storm.”

“As she stared at the ceiling that first nighther body softly falling back into itself,she thought of how we dream of journeyingon spaceships to other universes, other worlds,but really, for the forever,we're stuck here on the dirt andthe only time we will travel anywhere truly unknowableis when we slip into the skin of another,venturing into their mysteries,always hoping fora safe landing.”