“And you can't love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.”

“But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.”

“Who knows? Maybe theyre right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is...”

“We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.”

“They couldnt have known that even this was a liethat we never really choose, not entirely. We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, a...”

“Live free or die.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”