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“We don’t invite trouble to dinner,” she always said, “because then it will expect to stay for dessert.”
“The universe rarely gives us what we want. Sometimes we must content ourselves with what we’re given.”
“Home doesn’t have to be a place, Jack.” “Oh yeah? What else can it be?” “Anything you want.”
“Because hatred is like a fire. It will spread within you, consuming everything indiscriminately. You’ve too much good here”—I tapped his chest—“to let that happen.”
“Doubt’s a demon we all have to slay on our own,”
“Running from you would be like running from the air in my lungs.” I took his hand and held it to my chest. “Don’t you get it yet? I can’t breathe without you, Wil. You told me once that home doesn’t have to be a place. Well, what if home is a person? Because you feel like home to me.”
“I’ll steal your heart,” he said. “You cannot steal a gift freely given.”
He didn’t need lightning to create life, he didn’t need seven days to build heaven and earth.
