When you live in a city with no stars to wish on, you have to wish on each other.

Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

No matter where I am, I am always loving you.

Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form.

I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.

We both believe in monsters. But all the ghosts and demons are you. And all the angels and genies are you. All the kings, queens, Buddhas, beautiful boys. Inside you. No one can take them away. (Missing Angel Juan.)