I thought I knew madness, but I didn’t know it before you.

Before, time held no meaning with him. Now it’s everything. Every second of my existence feels like it will be the last.

It’s a cruel joke of the universe that the one person who makes me come alive is himself dead. And evil. His very existence defies all moral laws and all known laws of physics.

I can’t hate you. We’re too connected. I can’t hate you without hating me.

You can’t fall in love that fast. Not real love. Real love takes time, like a fine wine. Real love takes years. Not days. Not weeks.

Believing is not thinking something is true, Shireen. It is acting for the truth.

I saw you before. All your flaws, your imperfections. Your body’s going to a lot of trouble to hide something, something inside of you. It must be very precious.

Sometimes things don't work out and the reason has nothing to do with you, or how good you are.

I am not a has-been. I am a will be.

It is only the hope of what is claimed that begets and nurishes the wish.

Instead of thinking about work the next day or thinking about what you have to do, if you live in the moment you'll have some of the best times of your life.

Ideas often last but a day; feelings, dreams almost forever.

He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together.

I am a world expert on how to organise tasks in a senseless order, totally unrelated to priority, and thus create a massive panic leading up to an important deadline.

In the Darwinian world, self-preservation is the ultimate shiny good.