that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen.

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

Do the other kids make fun of you? For how you talk?' 'Sometimes.' 'So why don't you do something about it? You could learn to talk differently, you know.' But this is my voice. How would you be able to tell when I was talking?

For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For the people who will infect me in the future - I can't wait to see who you'll be. And in both cases: Thank you.