Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said.

Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live - I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed.

Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers.

My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn't like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything.

Just like a kitten that thinks its a tiger.

Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.

We're a bit sensitive to blood around here. I'm sure you can understand that.