“I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.”

“You and I,” she said slowly, saying each word with care, “are a pair of scissors.”“A pair of scissors…” I replied, unsure of what she meant.“Alone, we’re knives. Sharp and nasty, made to hurt others. But together, we are scissors. Better, safer, more useful. But more than that, we are our missing halves. And whatever comes between us, we destroy.”“I like that,” I told her.“You don’t think it’s creepy?” she asked tentatively.“No, it’s not creepy. Because I love you.”

“Today, I don't believe in destiny. But I do believe in history...There's nothing more powerful than history...”

“I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.”

“If I wasn’t before, I am now. I didn’t believe it was possible to love you more than I already did…but I do.”

“The truth is that I do not like hanging in there. I was born, I believe, to do more. Or perhaps it's that I survived to do more. Dorsetta is married, a mother of three, and manages a restaurant; she does more than hang in there. I have a low opinion of this expression, "Hang in there.”