“After my fight with the kunoichi, I thought I'd never hear from Whitley again, but he seemed to get a kick out of sending me Wish You Were Here postcards from around the world.”

“You were once my one companion,You were all that mattered.You were once a friend and father,Then my world was shattered. Wishing you were somehow here again,Wishing you were somehow near.Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,Somehow you would be here.Wishing I could hear your voice again,Knowing that I never would Dreaming of you won’t help me to doAll that you dreamed I couldPassing bells and sculpted angelsCold and monumentalSeem for you the wrong companions You were warm and gentleToo many years fighting back tearsWhy cant the past just dieWishing you were somehow here againKnowing we must say goodbyeTry to forgiveTeach me to liveGive me the strength to tryNo more memories No more silent tearsNo more gazing across the wasted years Help me say goodbyeHelp me say goodbye”

“Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.”

“I remember my favorite nights were just getting drunk and walking around outside the East Village kicking over garbage cans. Just the night. Just that it would be night again. And you could go out, you know? It just seemed glorious. (Please Kill Me.)”

“I broke away from Samedi and sprinted down the gangplank, screaming out Bram's name. His head turned, and he started limping toward me."Nora!" I heard someone yell.Bram met me halfway. He scooped me up with one arm and pulled my head toward his. I didn't fight it in the least. He kissed me harshly, and I returned it, leaping up on my toes, seeking out his chapped, broken lips with my own, inexpertly, needfully. And then he just held me as I cried, soaking his dirty T-shirt with my tears, his cheek on my head. "I thought you were gone," I managed to get out. "I thought you were really gone...""I thought I was, too," he said, laughing weakly. "But I'd never leave you if I had the choice. I was going to get back to you, or grind to dust trying.”

“As he looked at me, he seemed to send a message of his own: that he would still fight for me, that he would fight until he collapsed to keep them from taking me.”