Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.

Wish for what you want, work for what you need. -Carmen's grandmother

He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

Ruins stood for what was lost, and yet there were beautiful-peaceful, historic, intellectual. Not tragic or regrettable. Lena tried to keep hers that way too, and she succeeded to some extent. Why not celebrate what you had rather than spend your time mourning its passing? There could be joy in things that ended.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

I killed her once and died for her many times