The police seemed to think I killed her which is crazy because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.

You will be the first test subject Tobias. Beatrice however.... She smiles. You are too injured to be of much use to me so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting.I try to hide the shudder that goes through me at the word execution my shoulder screaming with pain and look up at Tobias. Its hard to blink tears back when I see the terror in Tobiass wide dark eyes.No says Tobias. His voice trembles but his look stern as he shakes his head. I would rather die.Im afraid you dont have much of a choice in that matter replies Jeanine lightly.Tobias takes my face in this hands roughly and kisses me the pressure of his lips pushing mine apart. I forget my pain and the terror of approaching death and for a moment I am grateful that the memory of that kiss will be fresh in my mind as I meet my end.

Love is like war except without all the blood and death and stuff.

Its not that we have to quit this life one day its how many things we have to quit all at once holding hands hotel rooms music the physics of falling leaves vanilla and jasmine poppies smiling anthills the color of the sky coffee and cashmere literature sparks and subway trains... If only one could leave this life slowly

...Despite the mayhem that followed Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuels hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go.

Before I go he said and paused -- I may kiss herIt was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips he murmured some words. The child who was nearest to him told them afterwards and told her grandchildren when she was a handsome old lady that she heard him say A life you love.

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isnt the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good bad thick thin joy suffering. Thats the hard thing.

I am almost a hundred years old waiting for the end and thinking about the beginning.There are things I need to tell you but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passesI know you are unable to imagine this.Nevertheless I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness the bleak blackness of passions unrequited or unexpressed or unresolved.

It is love not reason that is stronger than death.

Death cannot stop true love. Thats why its pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans.