“I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.”

“He's exasperated. "I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!”

“I live you," I whisper to him. He kisses my head again and signs into my hair. "I don't think I live you back anymore. I'm pretty sure I've moved beyond that. Actually, I'm positive I've moved beyond that, but I'm still not ready to say it to you. When I say it, I want it to be separate from this day. I don't want you to remember it like this.”

“My insides contract- bad. "who are you?" I ask right out loud. And he says what I've been afraid of since I killed Lester's father. Haven't you guessed? I'm you. The real you.”

“I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!”

“I'm going away," he said. "And I want you to know that I'm coming back. I love you because....""Don't say anything," Fatima interrupted. "One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”