You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more dangerous thing to have than hope like yours.

We are stronger than we've credited ourselves to be. We have been the victims and the witnesses. We have said a lifetime of good-byes.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

Fate,' I said, 'Is a theif.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.

Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.