If you could live anywhere in the world where would you live ” “Right here ” Enzo replies. “In your arms.

You don't lose a partner you've been with for 30-odd years and just wake up one day with a smile.

Beau, what is it you want?"
"A porch," he says softly. He says it like it's my name, and right then, I think, what both of us want more than anything is something we can never have. "All I really want is to build a house with a nice, big porch that gets used every day.

Sometimes you can cattle rope your heart and sometimes you can't, is all.

Hey, where are you going?" His voice, confused yet curious, called after me. "Hey. Why didn't your mother name you Maybe, or We'll see, or What's-Your-Number? That way, we could call our first born Absolutely.

I wanted to disappear, to be the night, the asphalt, the woods; anything but me. I didn’t want to have to break up with him, and I didn’t want to be the target of his massive, uncontrollable anger.
But I was me, and I had found with time that there is no cure for that.