You’re the world to me,” I whisper onto her lips. “I hope you never forget that.” “I’ll never forget,” she whispers back.. “But if I ever do, for whatever reason, I hope you’ll always find a way to remind me.” ...“Always.

You’re sleeping with an assassin, running for your life every single day from men who want to kill you and you’re convinced you’re going to die of discomfort.

Why does everybody have to be with somebody? It’s a stupid delusion and a really pathetic way of thinking.

You made me feel real emotions. You unlocked me.

You're like a philosopher with tattoos.

Two people unable to cry finally cry together and in the world ended today, we would be fulfilled.

I'm not sure what it is that I want, but I feel it deep in the pit of my stomach. It's there sitting dormant. I'll know it when I see it.