“I never named anything I've written beforeno reason tosinceit would all have the same title anyway-for you-but I would call this oneone nightthat nightwhen we let the world be only youand only mewe stood on it while it spungreen and blue and redthe music endedbut wewere stillsinging”

“I only said I would stop talking to you, he'd written. I never promised to stop loving you.”

“What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell.”

“I guess Faulkner never would have written anything like this, huh? Oh, well.”

“I would never have written it without you. (Erin)And I would never have lived without you. (V'Aiden)”

“I've never told another soul about the stories I make up while I'm trying to fall asleep, and I would never even consider writing them down. They're just too personal. Nathan fell silent as well, and I realized that maybe I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I wondered how many people in the world have daydreams spinning around in their heads that they would never put into words. Probably more than you would think.”