What is love? Sometimes it's just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you're supposed to love be who and what he is too. Or maybe what and who they are.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.

If you only believe when it's easy, you don't really believe.

Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think. Did that sound hopeless? It didn't feel hopeless. It felt reassuring. It felt - real.

He will not let you come barging in to his world like the proverbial bull in the china shop.

What does it mean when the monsters are so afraid of you that you make them cry? That maybe monster depends on which end of the gun your on, or that I was just that good at my job.