“I took three steps and was wrapped in his arms, where I belonged. No confusion here. No worries here. No troubles here.”

“I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.”

“This was where she belonged with Nur, right here, here in his songs. Here within the lyrics they were intimate, caught in the rythm of his words, proppelled by the substance of his dreams.These songs would be their story and these lyrics their home.”

“There's something delicious about writing those first few words of a story. You can never quite tell where they will take you. Mine took me here, where I belong.”

“But you don't belong here! You're dead!" I sobbed against his chest."Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you.”

“Nor can I allow you to leave my arms, unless I can be certain you know that this is where you belong. Can you not feel that your place is here - in my arms, in my home, in my life?”