They're true," I replied defiantly. "I came here to kill you. And if I can't do that, then I'd rather die." "You failed, you know. On the street." "Yeah. I kind of figured that out when I woke up here.

Funny how someone telling you not to do something can talk you into it.

Piece of Heaven?" "No, that other place I'm going to go to for thinking what I'm thinking.

Keeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.

She didnʹt know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasnʹt a dream—and dear God, did it feel real—there was no magic ʺstopʺ in real life. If she couldnʹt deal with loneliness in a dream, she never would be able to while waking.

She is mine, and I am hers.

Don't judge the past by the standards of today. It won't work. They're incompatible.