“Names don't mean a thing anymore. The past is dead.”

“Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive.”

“For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--”

“They say that in the old days, love drove people to madness. The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it, and when you don't.”

“The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to glen and ancient will be young again*. The dead had, after all, risen. From dead and dry things there was growth, and new life everywhere. And the endlessly long winter had at last turned to spring. From life to death and back again to life. It was indeed the greatest magic in the world.”

“Love, the deadliest of all deadly things.”

“Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.”