For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

If so, I couldn't imagine how the opposite gender managed to get out of bed in the morning. They might be lovely to look at, but clear thinking wasn't their strong point.

I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.

Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.

Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.

The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.

You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.