“I basked in you;I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.And death doesn't prevent me from loving you.Besides, in my opinion you aren't dead.(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)”
“I love you, I love you, I love you! And if you ever die on me again, I'll kill you so dead! (Tabitha) ”
“I'm sorry, Heather, but everything was not just fine before I got here. You know how I know that? Because you're dead. Okay? You are dead. Dead people don't have lockers, or best friends, or boyfriends. You know why? Because they're dead.-Suze Simon”
“I love it. Reminds me of you." "It reminds me of a man I don't like." I never want to hear it again. "I'm sorry." He nips at my neck, drawing his tongue up the length to my jawbone. "My arse is dead.”
“I’m mad at you because I love you, not because I want you dead.”
“Remember my words, I may again return,I love you, I depart from materials,I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.”