Home is the place that'll catch you when you fall and we all fall.

Why does anyone lie? Cause we're scared or crazy, maybe just 'cause we're mean. I guess there's a million reasons to lie, and I might've told that many, but none like that. I guess there's always that one lie we never get over.
Maybe you don't know about it yet. Maybe you never told a lie so big it can eat away a part of you. But if you ever do and if you get lucky... you might get a chance to set it right. Just one chance to change it.
Then it's gone. And it never comes again.

We can't all go to Singapore, and some of us are never going to climb mountains or make a movie. But you run races and I take pictures and everyone looks for someone to love. And sometimes, we make it.
Sometimes, we win.

Our lives can change with every breath we take. Lord, we both know that. Tell them to let go of what's gone because evil men (like Roger Briscoe) never win. And tell them to hold on like hell to what they've got - each other, and a mother who would die for them, and almost did.
Then tell them we've all got meanness in us.

Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like... it's easy to love rain and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums and the moon. But with people, seems like love's a hard thing to know. It gets all mixed up. I mean, you can love one person in one way and another person in another way. But how do you know you love the right one in every way?

Home gives you something no other place can... your history... home is where your history begins.

The tree has no leaves and may never have them again. We must wait till some months hence in the spring to know. But if it is destined never again to grow, it can blame this limitless trait in the heart of men.