If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else.

Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm sure.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven't chosen at all.

Maybe next time, but probably not.

Love, the deadliest of all things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don't. But that isn't it, exactly. The condemner and the condemned. The executioner; the blade; the last-minute reprieve; the gasping breath and the rolling sky above you and the thank you, thank you, thank you God. Love: It will kill you and save you, both.

Sarah: "Not bad. You look almost human." Lena: "Thanks." Sarah: "I said almost." Lena: "Well, then, almost thanks.