When we met I was wrecked, blasted, and damned, and I am slowly pulling myself together because I can see that you are a human being and I would like to be one, too.

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.

Mama said, "Dreams are different to real life but important too."

When somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful, and then you want to hurt them. Does that make any sense?

that's what I love you for: your inability to perceive all my hideous flaws

Love you..." Henry-" Always..." Oh God oh God-" World enough..." No!" And time..." Henry!

He had never realized, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.