“It’s not a damn death wish. I just know how much my pain is worth.”

“I know it’s a lot to take in. And I don’t expect you to reciprocate. I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me.You’re my world Layla. My universe wouldn’t be complete without you in it.”

“Thank you seems like too little...or maybe too much, since he couldn't possibly understand how much I needed to hear what he just said. How much I needed to know that even without my ability, I am someone worth knowing. That every little and ridiculous quality I exhibit makes me who I am.”

“If my God damns people for love but saves them for brutle warfare, then that is not the God I know or wish to worship.”

“You know I love you right?”“I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.”

“How much of twentieth-century poetry, how much of my own poetry, is the cry of the damned?”