I grasp reality, but sometimes I like to choke it into submission.

Sometimes people don't have to make you love them...you just do, and there's no help for it.

It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if they had come close several times until finally an impatient Fate had forced their paths to intersect.

We were each other's only link to the past . . . that was the strength of our bond, and also our weakness.

Only someone who had experienced such bitter despair would be able to recognize it in another.

I know when something is too important to be decided by logic.

Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.