“Out of this same light, out of the central mind,We make a dwelling in the evening air,In which being there together is enough.”

“It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.”

“(Love) isn't about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room, Lexi. It's about being together. Love is a choice you make.”

“There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men.”

“Where is it that we were together? Who were you that I lived with? The brother. The friend. Darkness, light. Strife and love. Are they the workings of one mind? The features of the same face? Oh, my soul. Let me be in you now. Look out through my eyes. Look out at the things you made. All things shining.”

“In a world where there were no specifically mental facts, is it not plain that there would be a complete impartiality, an evenly diffused light, not the central illumination fading away into outer darkness, which is characteristic of objects in relation to a mind?”