Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

Don't be afraid. There's the two of us now.

When God closes a door, he opens a window. Yeah. The problem was that this particular window opened off the tenth story, and he wasn't so sure God supplied parachutes.

All I want, is for you to love me. Not because of what I can do or what I look like, or because I love you - just because I am.

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.