I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I'll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

And when the wizard gets to me, I'm asking for a smaller heart.

And so it ends, in unceremonious silence.

All this time I'd thought we were strangers, and it turned out we knew each other intuitively, in our bones, in our blood.

So, why not stop then? I said. Why should I? Do I really have to say why?

She was extending a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

Acts of goodness are not always wise. And acts of evil are not always foolish, but regardless, we shall always strive to be good.

I’m sure there are aspects of my personality buried within me that will surface as soon as I know I am completely loved.

Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

This night (she pointed to herself) is irreparable, but where you are (pointed at me) it’s still light.

Does dying intertwined with another through hate bring the same peace as doing it because of love?

I love all of you. You are important to me. That is why I cannot bear to lose you.

Goodbye, Doctor Romantic. May this mishearing turn into something beautiful one day.

Terrific! Good hunting! To the both of us. Good hunting! To the both of us.

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

You are flowers in my stomach. Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. I only want to be the sun for you.

Someday, you will realize the truth as I have... When that day comes, I will relish the regret on your face.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.

The heavens are too small a field for our dance. Let us transcend this mortal coil!