“I've come to think that's what heaven is- a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.”

“Piece of Heaven?"

"No, that other place I'm going to go to for thinking what I'm thinking.”

“Those in whom the Spirit comes to live are God's new Temple. They are, individually and corporately, places where heaven and earth meet.”

“It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.”

“They say The Pacific has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.”

“There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters.”

“I have to live with both my selves as best I may.”

“You have come to a place which doesn't tolerate anything but the best. You have come to a place where you can be heard. You have come to a place where you can grow.”

“There’s too much love in the world. Sometimes I think that’s what heaven is---- a place where everybody’s happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever.”

“A piece of heaven?" I managed to ask.
He slowly shook his head. "No. The other place. The one I'm going to burn in for thinking what I'm thinking.”