Nothing is ever really lost. The memories of good friends and good times are always there, never more than a thought away. In a sense, they never really stopped happening. Every moment you ever treasured, every friend you ever valued is still there, separated from us only by time; the past is still happening and always will be. It's only we who have moved on.

No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us

Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.

There has been peace. There will be peace again. But right now, we have work to do.

If you don't trust anyone, they can't let you down.

Because nothing makes love and life matter more than the knowledge that some day it must end.

Oh God, it's her, run!