But...as bad as it was, I learned something about myself. That I could go through something like that and survive. I mean, I know it could have been … - Nicholas Sparks

What's your horse's name? Horse. Sophia waited for the joke, but it didn't come. You call your horse 'Horse'? He doesn't mind. You should give him a noble name. Like Prince or Chief or something. It might confuse him now. Trust me. Anything is better than Horse. It's like naming a dog Dog. I have a dog named Dog. Australian Cattle Dog. He turned, his expression utterly matter-of-fact. Great herder. And your mom didn't complain? My mom named him.

I was not meant to be alone. I am not good at it. The years since Ruth's passing have ticked by with the kind of desparate silence known only to the elderly. It is a silence underscored by loneliness and the knowledge that the good years are already in the past, coupled with the complications of old age itself.</br>The body is not meant to survive nearly a century. I speak from experience when I say this...

It’s the same thing. Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’s directed.