I think people do things all the time in the name of love that they shouldn't be doing - such is the nature of us.

She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.

The person may have a scar, but it also means they have a story

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

The problem isn’t with rock lyrics, it’s with the fabric of this society itself.

If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been-what would you take?

And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.