“Why are you touching me?""Because I can.”

“But tell me, Mays, why is it that all I can fucking think about is you? Why am I so eager to take another guy's head off for touching you? Why is it when I lay in bed at night I wish it was you there beside me?”

“If you can't feel then why did you kiss me?""Because I can feel it here, in my heart.”

“That's why I didn't want to touch you I knew I'd go crazy if I touched you, and now, it tears me open to ask you to be with me when I know I'm just going to do something to hurt you again! "Yes! Yes you probably are, you idiot! And it's going to be a damn skydive for me, and I'm going to hang on tight and just jump with you because that's what you do to me.”

“If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.”

“My friend's call me Peter"..."But you can call me Pan.""Why should I call you Pan?""Because Pan is a god, and I practically own you.”