Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.

We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.

Of course. That's what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They disappear, they come back, they leave again. And you are left to pick up the pieces on your own.

Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away.

We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.

The mark of the procedure. A real one. Lu is cured.