“If all the artists you loved changed you, they'd hack you up in little piece and you'd never get back together. That, or you'd end up loving only one artist forever.”

“Love is something that changes you, and if you really loved all the crap you say you loved. You'd never know who you were because you'd constantly be changing. Once you love, you love forever. You can't help it.”

“it could all be so simple, but you'd rather make it hard, loving you is like a battle, and we both end up with scars,”

“You fall in love, it's intoxicating, an for a little while you feel like you've actually become one with the other person. Merged souls, and so on. You think you'll never be lonely again. Only it doesn't last and soon you realize you can only get so close and you end up brutally disappointed, more alone than ever, because the illusion-the hope you'd held on to all those years-has been shattered.”

“Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.”

“If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.”