The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow.

Now it was coming to an end, and it was like he was watching the last flicker of light wink out in the darkness of an endless tunnel.

and all I could think was that I would like to spend every morning for the rest of my life waking up beside her

Proximity bred familiarity, and familiarity bred comfort.

Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.

There are lots of real men out there - men who could fall in love with you at the drop of a hat.

How's it hangin' Harry? I keep trying to die, but they won't let me. Well, you can't have everything.