The Sensation Of Falling Was The Worst

Whatever You Are Physically,' He Said, 'male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy -- All Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. Whatever The Color, The Shape, The Design Of The Shade That Conceals It, The Flame Inside The Lamp Remains The Same. You Are The Flame.

What They Had Between Them Was Still As Fragile As Flickering Candle Flame, As Delicate As Eggshell - And He Knew That If It Shattered, If He Somehow Let It Break And Be Destroyed, Something Inside Him Would Shatter Too, Something That Could Never Be Fixed.

Still I Pictured Having You For Fifty, Sixty More Years. I Thought I Might Be Ready Then To Let You Go. But It's You, And I Realize Now That I Won't Be Anymore Ready To Lose You Then Than I Am Right Now. Which Is Not At All.

I'm Not Sure There's Such Thing A Thing As A Normal Life.

I Think She Just Asked If She Could Touch My Mango.