“I thought you loved all this excitement,' Nyx said.'I love orange-flavored popsicles. Fried maggots on toast. Sunset in Ashura. This? This, I merely tolerate.”

“I fell, as they say. Into love. I practiced saying it, first to myself, in my head. I believed in it. I did. I thought love and I bought it completely. I was excited by my belief but was careful not to let this excitement influence or manipulate the belief in any way. The belief had to be pure. So I said it to her, I love you, and she said it back. And this was our contract. We treated the words seriously and respected that they came with implications.”

“In love, all kinds of love, we wait. If I can't be your dawn, I will be your sunset!”

“Hey. Sometimes life is a shit flavored Popsicle.”

“I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love,”

“I asked her if she’d give me all her love, and she flatly said no. I got excited because while she said she wouldn’t give me all her love, she said nothing about not wanting to give me some of her love.”