“If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.”

“Live through it," Call said. "That's all we can do.”

“Poetry cannot report the event, it must be the event, lived through in a form that can speak about itself while remaining wholly itself.”

“Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.”

“I live, to get out of what I live through.”

“I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.”

“A gentleman can live through anything.”

“You can't leave me alone," she said, following him into the living room.
"Yes," he corrected, "I can. You'll be perfectly safe."
"The front door's off!"
"Well, yes. You'll be perfectly safe as long as they don't come through the front door.”

“I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.”

“I can make it through the rain,
I can stand up once again,
on my own, and I know,
that I’m strong enough to mend,
and every time I feel afraid
I hold tighter to my faith,
and I live one more day
and I make it through the rain.”