“And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home For singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.”

“In your room where time stands stillOr moves at your will.Will you let the morning come soon,Or will you leave me lying here?In your favorite darkness,Your favorite half-light,Your favorite consciousness,Your favorite slave.In your room where souls disappearOnly you exist here.Will you lead me to your armchair,Or leave me lying here?Your favorite innocence,Your favorite prize,Your favorite smile,Your favorite slave.In your room your burning eyesCause flames to arise.Will you let the fire die down soon,Or will I always be here?Your favorite passion,Your favorite game,Your favorite mirror,Your favorite slave.I'm hanging on your words,Living on your breath,Feeling with your skin.Will I always be here?”

“I don't want to startAny blasphemous rumoursBut I think that God'sGot a sick sense of humourAnd when I dieI expect to findHim laughing.”

“To the soul's desiresThe body listensWhat the flesh requiresKeeps the heart imprisonedWhat the spirit seeksThe mind will followWhen the body speaksAll else is hollow”

“I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.”

“Here I stand, I can do no other, God help me. Amen!”

“I'm here," he said into her ear, as the tears came faster. "Emma, I'm here with you now. Listen to me: I will always be here."Always, she thought. He said "always," but he had forgotten to say finally. Finally you are here. Thank God, finally at last.”