“Once again, my hero. And here I’m supposed to be the one saving him.”

“This isn’t a story about how some guy finally saves me from myself. I’m my own hero here; I do the saving.”

“Maybe I’m stupid. Maybe I’m just as evil as he is by keeping my mouth shut. But he told me once that I was different. And I can’t help but hope that me being different is the one thing in this world that can save him from what he fears the most…Himself.”

“And yet here I am—torn: wantingto pull him closer, saving him, and at the same timewishing I could hop on the back of his motorcycle and,for once, allow someone to save me.”

“She's my purpose and we're going to save each other. We're going to save everyone. And then I'm going to convince her that she's supposed to stay here. With me.”

“I’m not like that fellow who thought it a far, far better thing to trade his life for that of another. I’m nothing like him: I’d never volunteer to lay my head in the lap of Madame la Guillotine. No, that fellow was a hero and I’m not a hero at all.”