His own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical subterranean place...The voice seemed to make his whole body ache. Maybe it made him bleed inside. I wondered if it hurt, if it burned in his throat.

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

You asked me who I thought I was before. I said maybe I was a fish because I love water and you said, you thought a mermaid, maybe. If you were a mermaid, you said, if you were a mermaid, I was the sea.

You can't doubt so much, Psyche

It's important to tell your story. It's important to listen.

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

love is the only thing we have to save us