“Instead, Emerson came to accept that when someone dies, things that belong to you disappear, too.”

“Live for today , die tommorow ..”

“It's not that kind of love. It's the real kind. The unconditional kind. The nonjudgemental kind. Not the physical kind. I love you as a fellow soul who inhabits this earth. I love you as a fellow immortal. I love you because I finally understand what made you the way you are. And if I could change it, I would. But I can't—so I choose to love you instead. And my hope is that my acceptance of you will spur you to do something good too, but if not—" I shrug. "At least I can say I tried.”

“Because if you're gonna make someone choose, then you shouldn't be surprised when they don't choose you.”

“Maybe." I shrug. "But what I meant was, can't you use the makeup to cover it?"Miles rolls his eyes and scowls. "Oh, so I can sport a huge flesh-colored beacon instead? Would you look at this thing? There's no disguising it. It's got it's own DNA! It's casting shadows!”

“I did work in a bakery for one day. But the boss went off and when he came back I was lying on the floor eating cakes.”

“People have died from hiccups, you know.”