When the sun comes up, I have morals again.

A Place in the Sun.

I don't talk about it. But when I was a little girl, my father was abusive when he drank and seemed to kind of like to bat me around a bit, ... I don't blame him at all. I know he was drunk when he did it. I know he didn't mean to do it.

He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the good place, and a heart-shaped leaf lay trapped in the hollow if his throat as though it were planned, though of course it was so perfect it couldn't have been planned.

Love one another. Love yourself. Then love will find you whole not half.

People always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities. Who wouldn’t? Anybody can love the most wonderful parts of another person. But that’s not the clever trick. The really clever trick is this: Can you accept the flaws? Can you look at your partner’s faults honestly and say, ‘I can work around that. I can make something out of it.’? Because the good stuff is always going to be there, and it’s always going to pretty and sparkly, but the crap underneath can ruin you.