Don't worry, Mel. Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me.

Be happy that after living so many lives, I finally found something to die for

But on a clear, sunny day? How would she know to flee when she couldn't see any place for danger to hide?

It's not a good feeling--knowing that you profoundly deserve the title of monster. It's better to be kind than to feel guilty.

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

I think there are many feminists who would say that I am not a feminist. I love women, I have a lot of girlfriends, I admire them, they make so much more sense to me than men, and I feel like the world is a better place when women are in charge. So that kind of by default makes me a feminist. I love working in a female world.

The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.