Follow your heart, Ithilnin," Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life.
My head'll explode if I continue with this escapism.
That's sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something...real." Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. "Real love, real friends, real body parts...
Boys don't cry-or at least that's what everybody's supposed to believe.
You can never have too much money.
What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you're so ugly on the inside?