“"I have confidence in the abyss of the people."
And those words stabbed me to the heart and dilated my eyes with horror, for it seemed to me suddenly, in a flash, that he understood what he was saying!”

“It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”

“"Let people judge me as they please—I can deceive them, but I cannot deceive myself."
And he suddenly understood that the disgust which he had lately felt toward everybody … was disgust with himself.”

“It is no big deal to me. I have always been attracted to women, and I went on dates with women if they asked me…. It did not seem that different to me. But then I met my [husband], and now he is the apple of my eye.”

“Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way”

“Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.”

“The photographer in my head says:
Give me peace.
Flash.
Give me release.
Flash.”

“Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.
"That’s what I was supposed to say…" he gasped out.
Those were his last words.”

“Good. Show me a man who thinks that he knows what 'good' is, and I will probably be able to show you a horror of a person. Show me a person who really knows what 'good' is, and I will show you that he almost never uses the word.”

“It's impossible for me to say one word about all that music has meant to me in my life. How, then, can I hope to be understood?”