“Daddy always said the only thing worth begging for was your life, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe sometimes your love is a little bit worth begging for, too.”

“And life changes. Maybe just a little, maybe a lot. And at some point, it just isn't worth the fight to fix it.”

“Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.”

“Mrs. Sandoval," Homer said swiftly, "your son is dead. Maybe it's a mistake. Maybe it wasn't your son. Maybe it was somebody else. The telegram says it was Juan Domingo. But maybe the telegram is wrong.”

“You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--”

“Accept this: your mortal is doomed."

"Please, Aric. I'm begging you!"

He whirled around, fury in his expression. "You refused - twice - to beg me for your own life, but you'd beg for his?"

I whispered, "Yes.”

“Maybe I seem a little too clever sometimes… Maybe I'm too well prepared and I may sometimes be regarded as a little fault finding.”

“The waters speak of love and the breeze and the branches and the little birds and the fish and the flowers and the grass, all together begging me always to love. But you, born in a happy hour, who call me from Heaven: by the memory of your untimely death you beg me to scorn the world and its sweet hooks.”

“No, I'm not mistaken. I know you don't love me. But I'm going to fight for your love. There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end. You are worth it.”

“Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.”