“Why do we always fight?” she whispered.“You know why.” Yeah, she did. “It’s science.” “Combustible chemistry,” he agreed. “Dangerous.”

“Why . . .” she begins. “Why do you want to climb it?”“Because it’s there.”

“She looks up at me, still rocking. “Henry . . . why did me decide to do this again?” “Supposedly when it’s over they hand you a baby and let you keep it.” “Oh yeah.” --Wednesday, September 5, 2001”

“Asami:...Did you think she was cute?Haruna: Hmm? Yeah, I thought she was cute!Asami: Do you think she's cuter than me?Haruna: Huh? Who's cuter!? Umm... She's more 'normal'...Asami: Yeah, that 'normal' part of her was why she was so popular.”

“Why?" She asked in a confused whisper. "Out of all the women in the world, why did you choose this mortal?""Because fate drove me to you.”

“It’s always you and me.” I nodded again and felt my lips quivering. He kept whispering, “Always me and my Sylvie, yeah?” “Yeah,” I whispered.”