“If you were a wheelI’d follow your highway.If you were a raindropI wish you’d fall my way.If you were a gypsyI’d give a fortune to tellThat whenever I’m with youI see HEAVEN, not hell…”

“Look: if a bird were to rub its beak on a limb, you’d hear it—sure—and if a piece of water were to move an unaccustomed way, you’d feel it—that’s right—and if a fox were to steal a hen, you’d see-you’d see it—even in the middle of the night; but, heaven help you, if a friend a friend—god—were to slit your throat with his—his love—hoh, you’d bleed a week to notice it.”

“Are you done dressing me like I’m your own personal Barbie?”“Bitch, if you were my Barbie, you’d be half naked. ”

“There was no one else. My arms were full even when I was alone. But if you were to tell me you’d fallen in love with someone else and that you were happy, I’d let you go. Even though it would break me.” He grimaced and dropped his voice to a whisper. “I’ll love you forever, Julianne, whether you love me or not. That’s my Heaven. And my Hell.”

“However unfortunate you may feel, there are always those less fortunate than you. I’m not talking about the homeless—I’m talking about your clones. Think how insecure you’d feel if you knew you were nothing more than a derivative. And if you can imagine how you’d feel, you now know exactly how the other you would feel.”

“You're my star, a stargazer too,and I wish that I were heaven,with a billion eyes to look at you.”