“Pain is like a map, I guess. But I found my shortcut on my "map of the heart." Shortcuts always take longer, don't they?”

“Father and Ivy used to go off on their excursions, never knowing that I was relieved when they were gone. That I'd wear my nightgowns all day and read from dawn till dusk.”

“Trees down south have a difference to them, a subtle, slinking movement, mile by mile- a gracefulness, a swagger. Lanky trees stretching out their wiry thin, Spanish moss-covered branches, moss that sways and beckons ... come here, come here, it says.”

“I don't pay no mind to rules. Seems to me, rules are things made up by scared people too afraid to die, so they can't live. Or too lazy to make their own decisions. Rules are for breakin', as far as I'm concerned.”

“Love should never be a secret and it should never, ever be forgotten.”

“The only problem is the heart is quiet. It takes a very special kind of person to hear what the heart says. Most can't hear it at all and they have to guess. There are a lot of people walking around just guessing.”

“Do you love her?' she asked him.'Always have,' he said.'Then why in the world would you leave her alone?”

“Too much work, I guess, to figure out each person as a whole instead of parts of this and parts of that.”

“There's a great deal of power in pretending.”

“Pain is like a map, I guess. But I found my shortcut on my "map of the heart." Shortcuts always take longer, don't they?”

“I'm like the moon," he started, "the hidden side of the moon. Not seen because it don't want to be seen. Everyone knows ther's is shadow there, but no one looks. It's like that with me, Byrd. I'm part illuminated, part in shadow-and that part that shines is all you ever wanted to see. But it kept getting smaller, and now it's dark. I'm a new moon now, Byrd. All there is, is shadow. Can you still see me? Do you still love me?”