After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

It's only a sure defeat when you stop trying.

Each time Stalker called you 'dove', I wanted to hit him. Because you're not a little gray bird... you're all the light in the world.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.