He would not question Barretto's love, since to know Jenny is to love Jenny; it's a universal truth

[They] glanced at one another like tigers taking measure of a menacing new rival.

I have a different theory, which is even more harebrained. It goes like this: Maybe we should all just love one another, even if we don't completely understand the things that people bear in their dark, strange hearts, even if the stars that other men and women are following seem invisible to us. If we make ourselves open to the humanity of others first, maybe understanding will follow. An incomprehensible theory of the universe isn't necessary if your only ambition is to embrace another soul. What you need, maybe all you need, in fact, is the willingness to love.

Her handwriting was curious — small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).

Life has never been All or Nothing- it's All and Nothing. Forget the binaries.

Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.