Stop being so… optimistic. It’s getting on my nerves.

The only reason I left was to protect you.

Life sucks, and then you die.

The boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely.

Next time you want to hit me hit me with a baseball bat or a crowbar!

If you turned the fabric of our lives over, I imagined the design on the backside would be woven in the bleak grays of doubt and fear.

Will you be?” I asked, suddenly anxious. “Will you really be here?” “As long as you want me,” he assured me. “I'll always want you,” I warned him. “Forever.