I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

There is no patience so terrible as that of the deranged.

Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?

How will a person know, Selina, when the soul that has the affinity with hers is near it?" She answered, "She will know. Does she look for air, before she breathes it? This love will be guided to her; and when it comes, she will know. And she will do anything to keep that love about her, then. Because to lose it will be like a death to her.

Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out and get another to replace her.

I never expected my books to do even as well as they have. I still feel grateful for it, every single day.

Even ashes are a part of your freedom.