...if this Roman dude’s as bad as you say, then why are you lurking outside his store looking all charged and heated like a dog waiting for its owner?

...in the end, all I want is to be with him. It's the only way my life feels complete.

Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.

The only reason I lost, the only reason I failed to get what I want, is because the monster is me, there's no difference between us. It makes all the moves, calls all the shots, while I'm just along for the ride, with no idea how to pull the brakes or get off.

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.

The soul is the immortal part of us. It recycles, over and over again from what I've seen, but it never dies. We're meant to strive beyond the physical world, not... not settle for it and only it.

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.