"It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine."
"If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does."
"It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty."
"You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you."
"...and when is enough proof enough?"
"I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story."