And I will say and charge you with another thing, if you will be persuaded; do not lay my bones apart from yours, Achilles, but together, even as we were raised in your house, so let the same urn enclose the bones of us both, the golden amphora, which your lady mother gave you.

For God’s sake, please stay till I am sleeping, and tell Cosette I love her and I'll see her when I wake…

You're like good water pressure in a cold rainy summer.

I know not whether Laws be right, Or whether Laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol Is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, A year whose days are long.

Would that you had made your home with the immortal goddesses of the sea, and Peleus had taken to himself a mortal wife. But as it is, for you too there must be grief immeasurable in heart for the death of your son, whom you will not receive again returned to home.

World, forgive me, I'm so tired – I searched inside me, but the spark of fury has expired.

Give me the flame no dampness dulls, The passion of the instinctive pulse, Love steadfast as a fixed star, Tender as doves with nestlings are, More large than time, more strong than death.

Did we teach you shame? Did I teach you that? Because it would break my heart if I had. Can't you see what a good job God did here? Can't you see how beautiful he made you?

When the clouds do clear away, get a momentary chance to see the thing I've been trying to beat to death: the soft creature that I used to be – the better animal I used to be.

I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?

I don't know what God is. I don't know what death is. But I believe they have between them some fervent and necessary arrangement.

The otherworldly being knows only that its host would rather die than remain bound to it. But the creature will not allow that to happen. Although its host loathes the touch of the symbiote, it would never allow him to perish.

I'll hold you if you want me to; just say I can – through lion, through snake to man.

You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.

I waited for you, but I never told you where I was.

When it comes down to it, I guess I don't really need the world to know I exist. I'm just glad he knows.

I think this is the prettiest world—so long as you don't mind a little dying, how could there be a day in your whole life that doesn't have its splash of happiness?

You are my sole crying. You are my single silence.

Oh, my friends, my friends, forgive me, that I live and you are gone.

How would he like it? How would he like to have no power over the things happening to him? I thought that I had power over him. But I am a girl, and no one hears me when I speak.

I've thought and thought, but there's no other way to give you the truth except to hide it in a story and let you find your own way inside.

And then the love vanishes, it is plucked right out of their mouths, and the monster is desolate, and the monster is withering, and all that is left is sin and a gaping hole where the heart should be, overgrown and abandoned, stars spilling out.

When you go, take this heart; I'll make no more use of it when there's no more you.

Part of heroism is being able to see the future and still remain standing. If you don't believe in God or Fate you still must believe in narrative.

I bang my head for days against the walls inside this maze. I've never been too good at this damn kind of thing. I'm in here with my father; I'm just pacing, but he's smarter – he's been building a fantastic set of wings.

We're not pure of heart, but we're sure of aim, and our heads are full of love and blood and whiskey!

I'd rather hate something you loved, with you, than love anything else, without you.

I will wash your hair at night and dry it off with care. I will see your body bare, and still I will live here.

And when you're gone, will they say your name? And when you're gone, will they love you the same? If not, that's okay.

No longer will I remember what I thought I was put here to do, no longer will I sigh or dream of tracing a collarbone. It’s only me & the ducks, my allies, mishpocheh, my irritating seraphim, we thrive together in the orchard, honking orbs out of the trees.

You don't have to make any promises, love. I'm afraid I might die for you now.

There was not enough left that was worth giving. The edges of my heart were jagged now, and I did not want to feel those rough edges climbing my throat. I did not love her enough to cough blood.

I'm sorry if I smothered you. I'm sorry if I smothered you. I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside my mother, never to come out.

Thank whatever God you worship for your inestimable good luck in being loved, and if you are not loved, love someone as best you can.

You found me again, eh? (YOU DARED LOCK ME AWAY.) I've missed you, old friend! (I WILL RIP YOU APART.) The adventures we got up to together! (YOU WERE MINE.) Don't you miss those days? (YOUR RAGE AND JOY WAS NECTAR.) Let's play a round together! (I WILL ONLY NEED ONE.)

I clamber onto his heart with my wet feet tucked beneath me and I rub my eyes with bloody hands, waiting for daylight on a shore with no birds, only the hush of waves and the thin promise of morning in the garden of eating.

Also the first time I felt fear. Felt agony. Learned feeling: betrayal. Learned first words they called me. Monster. Parasite. Bad.

I don't mean it when I tell you that I don't love you anymore.

There's a darkness which comes without a warning, but I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning.

In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is the same for the dead are changeless. They grow no older. It is I who have changed, grown strange to what I was.

Truly must the gods despise us, each in turn, to have divided us like this…

I woke up in the morning and didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.

You cannot catch the river, though it makes you think you can – it trickles through your fingers while you hold it in your hands.

I used to hate going to the movies alone. That was before the Other and I found each other. Now, I'm never alone. Life doesn't give you many happy endings like that.

You, with the nape that holds my gaze; you, with the tongue that speaks my name; you, with the arms that keep me at length; you, with the heart that won’t show its face…

You cannot catch the river, though it makes you think you can – it trickles through your fingers while you hold it in your hands.

If the strain proves too much, give up right away. If the light hurts your eyes, stay in your room all day.

You are breathing patiently; it is a beautiful sound. It is your life, which is so close to my own that I would not know where to drop the knife of separation.

Between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an unenterable sanctuary. Sometimes it takes the shape of aloneness. Sometimes it takes the shape of love.

You were a presence full of light upon this earth, and I am a witness to your life and to its worth.