If I canot know your name, may I light a lamp so I can see your face?' If you sould ever see my face, you will lose me forever.' Why?' Psyche wanted to know. 'Are you ugly? Are you afraid I won't love you if I see your face?' Perhaps I am afraid that if you see my face, it will be THAT that you will love and not me.' I understand, believe me. I know what that feels like.

...part of the mind's job was to cast doubt on what the heart knew to be true, and the heart, because it had no words, often lost the argument

Just because she's dead it doesn't mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It's just her body that left. The love didn't. —Jenna Richards

The young accept the extraordinary as normal because they do not compare their lives with those of others when everyone is like them.

How can I love you if I don't know what hurts you?

Dying ain't important. Everyone does that. What's important is how well you do your living.

Being a failure at living your own life as best as you can is better than being a success living the life somebody else says you should live.