When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand.

What you're blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change.

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?

I fear I must agree," Magnus murmured. He pressed a hand over his heart and his new peacock-blue waistcoast. "I strive to find some respect in my heart for you, but alas! It seems an impossible quest.

Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who'll break my Heart

Because in the end nothing is worse than seeing the fall of one you loved. It was somehow worse than losing a love. It made everything seem questionable. It made the past bitter and confused.

I don't do what I'm told, but I might do what you want if you ask me nicely.