" You are not a visitor to my thoughts; you have become home, the one person who never leaves the threshold of my mind. "
" You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear. "
" August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. "
" You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting. "