you have to understand. i wasn't just thinking of me. i was thinking of her, too.

I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.

Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else, I fight the final few steps to the door and step out into the cold, where the rain is still coming down like shards of moonlight, or like steel.

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.

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.

Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived the Same Day Six Times and Died on at Least Two of Them: Lunch meats and their relative coolness.

It's surprisingly nice out here, peaceful and pretty-strange to be standing in the middle of a little garden while enclosed by the massive stone walls of the prison, like being at the exact center of a hurricane, and finding peace and silence in the middle of so much shrieking damage.