“Say the whole point of love is to try to get your fingers through the holes in the lover's mask. To get some kind of hold on the mask, and who cares how you do it.”

“Tell them there are no holes for your fingers in the masks of men. Tell them how could you ever even hope to love what you can't grab onto.”

“I learned in high school, if I hold up an effigy, a mask, or a lie, that mask will get all the love, not me.”

“Will you say something?" he asked."Like what? Congratulations on almost getting yourself killed? I mean, you just told me that you flew here on some kind of winged motorcycle while masked men in jet packs tried to shoot you with ray guns. Forgive me if I don't do cartwheels through the restaurant while I try to decide if you've lost your mind.”

“It happens all the time in heaven,And some dayIt will begin to happenAgain on earth -That men and women who are married,And men and men who are Lovers,And women and womenWho give each otherLight,Often will get down on their kneesAnd while so tenderly Holding their lover's hand,With tears in their eyes,Will sincerely speak, saying,'My dear,How can I be more loving to you;How can I be moreKind?”

“How do you not try to get something you want?How do you stop caring about the thing that you care about the most?How do you erase the other half of your own self?”