The Fomorians skittered backward, away from me, looking justifiably confused. I mean, really, how many human women actually run to them? And I was a human woman covered in swamp yuck, with wild red hair sticking out in matted hunks and arms flailing like a demented Bride of Frankenstein. I'd run from me.

Remember that I will be here', he said resolutely. 'For an eternity (...). I would wait for you for an eternity.

Then your heart is a black, shriveled thing, because you absoluteky betray me.

Okay, well, let's do a little reenactment. I'm the gay-looking DiCaprio and you're Rose. You have to keep your eyes open and on my face, or you'll have to let me go and I'll turn into a huge gay Popsicle.

Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near.

I like to think of birthdays as celebrating life." "Only losers acknowledge they survived a year and hope they cheat death again.

Life isn't a book. There's no guarantee of a happy ending.