What we had went so much deeper than a kiss. When we were together, she turned me completely inside out. It didn't matter if we were dead or alive. We could never be kept apart. There were some things more powerful than worlds or universes. She was my world, as much as I was hers. What we had, we knew. The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay. Anybody who's ever been in love can tell you that.

Here’s the million-dollar question: how are you going to write this book if you’re afraid to start writing? Give your friend Doubt a name, and then block his calls.

I'll love you until the day after forever.

There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.