“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.”

“I have to know""What? What do you have to know?""What you taste like." Another step.What happens when you know?" she rasped."I stop wondering. Stop dreaming of you every night, thinking of you every minute of every day." Another step closer. "I think you wonder, too. I think you dream of me and wonder. You hate yourself for it. You hate me for it, but you cannot stop.”

“It matters to me. That's what you don't get. You can't understand. You can't understand what it's like knowing what I did. That whole time being Strigoi...It's like a dream now, but it's one I remember clearly. There can be no forgiveness for me. And what happened with you? I remember that most of all. Everything I did. Everything I wanted to do.”

“We all of us somehow caught. We born this way or that way and we don't know why. But we caught any how. I was born Berenice. You Born Franky. John Henry born John Henry. And maybe we wants to widen and bust free. But no matter what we do we still caught. Me is me and you is you and he is he. We each one of us somehow caught all by ourself. I'm caught worse than you is. Because I'm Black, because I'm colored.”

“Look," I say at last. 'You know me. You know my life. I always thought-or hoped-""You thought what?""I just want to be happy," I finally say.She stares at me hard."You have been," she says.”

“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”