Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw', that showy dark crack running dow the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

what is essential is invisible to the eye

Somebody your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing, every hour--and in the oddest places!-- for the lack of it"

The doors to the world of the wild are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door"

JUDAS: Why... didn't you make me good enough...so that you could've loved me?"