Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance.

The wound you refuse to dress is one that will never heal. You gush lifeblood and never even know why. It will make you weak at a critical moment when you need to be strong.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.

Holy borrowing bibliophile, let's book!

Life's not linear at all. It happens in lighting flashes. So fast you don't see those lay-you-out cold moments coming at you until you're Wile E. Coyote, steamrolled flat as a pancake by the Road Runner, victim of your own elaborate schemes.

You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.