“Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.”

“I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.”

“Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your handwriting before. It’s an oddly personal thing, isn’t it?”

“Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.”

“I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.”

“Are you afraid of falling, baby?No, I’m afraid of landing.[He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.]Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know what comes next?”