I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

You can run but you can't hide... but I can try. I feel air catch in my lungs and I get a cramp in my side and this pain, this wonderful physical pain that I can place, reminds me that after all I am still alive.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

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.

We Pisces, we're a special breed.

Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn't even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.