I'm afraid of time... I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can't fix them without time. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

It's so much easier to have no expectations than to have big ones.

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.

I killed her once and died for her many times

All my life, everybody has seen me a certain way. What do you see?

You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.