Allie : Did you write that?Duke : No, that was Walt Whitman.Allie : I think I knew him...Duke : I think you did too.
Duke : How's it hangin' Harry?Harry : I keep trying to die, but they won't let me.Duke : Well, you can't have everything.
She had come back into his life like a sudden flame; blazing and streaming into his heart. Noah stayed up all night contemplating the certain agony he knew would be his if he were to lose her twice.
