It was a house of the kind in which the work is never either satisfying or complete: an ever-open mouth of a house.

Once again Love, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet and inescapable, crawling thing, seizes me.

Yes, I guess I made this bed, but I'll take the sidewalk instead – that's how we deal with boys like me.

Forgive me. It is not my place to say much of him, now. May his name yet live. May his soul bask forever in the glory of Elysium. No more. Fear is for the weak. Fear is for the weak. Fear is for the weak. Fear is for the weak…

The loftiest place is that seat of grace
For which all worldlings try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?

Then looking at him from under his brows Achilles of the swift feet answered:
“Do not, you dog, supplicate me by knees or parents.
Would that my passion and spirit would drive me
to devour your hacked-off flesh raw, such things you have done.”

There is longing. So much longing. I am afraid to be incomplete.

I've been big and small and big and small and big and small again, and still nobody wants me.

You had a haunted mind; you had no one to grab your wrist; you had no sense of shame.

This is the story you asked for. I leave it in your mouth.

Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.

Don't wish, don't start – wishing only wounds the heart.

Listen: the birds sing! Listen: the bells ring! All the living are dead, and the dead are all living; the war is over, and we are beginning!

Careful the wish you make; wishes are children. Careful the path they take; wishes come true, not free.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Will you recognize my face when God's awful grace strips me of my jacket and my vest and reveals all the treasure in my chest?

I have no news. I live quietly, I love you and I wait.

Some might find me borderline attractive from afar, but afar is not where I can stay, and there you are.

Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually. Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us.

They called me Asterion, but they were fools for naming me anything at all.

We never asked to be what we are! No one questioned ripping you from your home planet and bringing you to Earth, did they? No one asked how you suffered when the host you chose, Peter Parker, rejected and abandoned you.

Sing something else, and let them drink in peace.
Stop this upsetting song that always breaks
my heart, so I can hardly bear my grief.
I miss him all the time—that man, my husband,
whose story is so famous throughout Greece.

Take me and wear me, and find a death worth dying. Do not… do not allow me to become a weapon for them.

Just trying to navigate the nauseating choppiness of my mind's seas is a full-time, isolating endeavour; I don't have time to learn how to feel, and it's nobody's job to teach me.

You came to me while we were sleeping, we were both sleeping, and you asked me to hold this for you. I am holding this for you.

Not that it made me feel any better, but there's something about getting in the first hit against yourself that's always felt satisfying to me. No-one can tear me down more than I do myself. It's an idiot's armor against the world.

In your death, you will return my loneliness to me, and it will be a horror to behold, bloody and misshapen. My loneliness, not recognizing its former owner, will howl an unholy and unceasing cry, and I will not be able to bear it.

I'm the reason he's alive, so his life I shall reclaim – one more stab of pain won't undo me.

I have always understood it. I have always known that I will attend your funeral and Geordi's funeral and Counselor Troi's funeral... the funeral of every person aboard the Enterprise. And then, if I decide to join another crew, I will attend the funerals of those shipmates, too.

To be with him, here. To exist with the Captain, to truly exist as I was meant to, with the sea pressing just under my skin and the waves crashing softly in my soul, it was making me believe that I had never truly existed before.