“Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.”

“It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways we know how.”

“Every light can be extinguished. The intellect is a light. Therefore it can, be extinguished.”

“Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.”

“Your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay.”

“I glanced, wide eyed, from Edward's grimace to Jacob's sneer.”