But I'm willing to take a chance on believing there has to be a way. All I need is someone to believe with me.

By then she was dead. In fact, she may have been dead a while ago. Physically, several seconds ago, mentally, ages ago.

Loving someone always requires you to not love others.

We're still on the run. That's for sure.

Sometimes you need to lie make the world go around

How do you know I didn't bring you out here to dispose of you in private?

She looked up at the sky, now tinged with orange. "Please live. Talk, think, act. And sometimes listen to music..." She stopped briefly. "Look at paintings, allow yourself to be moved. Laugh a lot, and at times, cry. And if you find a wonderful girl, then you go for her, and love her.