“[..] I know he won't stop fighting. Even if it's the kind of quiet fight on the inside that you can't always see.”

“I see his eyes, bright with life adnfire, and I know he won't stop fighting. Even if it's the kind of quiet fight on the inside that you can't always see. And I won't stop fighting either.”

“You can't always pick where you fight, or who you fight...or even...how you fight. But do the picking...whenever you can.”

“I-just want you. I want you so bad, all the time. I know I shouldn't, I know I can't, I know it's wrong... but even when you're pissing me off, when you're reminding me of pain and despair and torture-it's there, the wanting. I'm tired of fighting it. I fight so many things, all the time, every day. I don't want to fight this. Not anymore.”

“It's like a spell. It's so strong I can't fight it. Is love always like this?”

“I'd never hurt you, Emily. Stop fighting me. Stop fighting what you already know”