“My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.”

“Don't go," he says. "Your touch is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.”

“My eyes are two professional pickpockets, stealing everything away in my mind. I lose track of the minutes we trample over.”

“This girl is destroying me. A girl who has spent the last year in an insane asylum. A girl who would try to shoot me dead for kissing her. A girl who ran off with another man just to get away from me. Of course this is the girl I would fall for. I close a hand over my mouth. I am losing my mind.”

“The books...they helped keep me from losing my mind altogether.”

“I study every quivering branch, every imposing soldier, every window I can count. My eyes are two professional pickpockets, stealing everything to store away in my mind.”

“You're my bird," I tell him. "You're my bird and you're going to help me fly away.”