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

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

Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto.

It was truly an abomination of nature that one always found the most comfortable spot in the bed five minutes before one had to leave it.

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.

Giants bleed like everybody else.