When you a runaway, lot of things get left behind. Hard not to think about them. It’s like a piece of you what’s missing. It’s heavy. Like dead weight.[to Royal]
When the light is gone and only the shadow remains, that spirit is nothing compared to the will of a heart that’s overrun with hate.
The only spirit worth its salt is the American spirit. The one that called us up from the Old World to the New, to conquer and build and civilize.
The heart has a way of working through the body. It’ll fuel you, yes, but it’s the worst kind of fuel.[to Cora]