Immortals Are, By Definition, Immortal. End Of

Poor Martin. Geek Or No, Committing His Soul To Eternal Damnation Was A Helluva Price To Pay For Six Minutes.

I Didn’t Get Her Cutting At All. She’d Done It Sporadically, Ever Since The Accident And It Scared Me Each Time. She'd Try To Explain It To Me, How She Didn't Want To Die—she Just Needed To Get It Out Somehow. She Felt So Much Emotionally, She Would Say, That A Physical Outlet—physical Pain—was The Only Way To Make The Internal Pain Go Away. It Was The Only Way She Could Control It.

When You've Got Everything You Need, Why Complicate It?

A Year. We'd Known Each Other Only A Year, But We'd Lived A Lifetime In It.

If You Wanted To Remold People, You Had To Break Them Down First.