All of you, wherever you are: in your spiny cities, or your one-bump towns. Find it, the hard stuff, the links of metal and chink, the fragments of stone filling your stomach. And pull, and pull, and pull. I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.

This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.

I start to back away before I do something wildly inappropriate, like jump on top of him.

We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.

Love: It will kill you and save you, both

anything, anything is possible, if you can just see the sky.