But it was a mistake thinking of that as an end. There is no end. Bad things happen, and then they stop, but they keep on wreaking havoc inside of people.

It feels good to sit this close to Baz. And the lady with the cross can't get mad at us because we have to sit this close. It's sitting in economy that's making us gay.

"Thanks, but I've just got out of a cult. I'm not looking for a rebound cult."

"That sounds like a made-up word, Braden." Braden is a made-up name.

He's lovely. A bit of a sad mess. Dull and pale and rough around the edges. But still so lovely.

Simon Snow, it hurts to look at you when you’re this happy.
And it hurts to look at you when you’re depressed.
There’s no safe time for me to see you, nothing about you that doesn’t tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body.

Fortunately the creatures weren't paying attention to us; Baz and Simon are sufficiently distracting, in nearly every scenario.

There are trolls who've spent the last two hundred years sitting alone under a bridge. If you can get past the bluster and the wooden clubs, if you bring them a little bone broth, they're just grateful to have a sympathetic ear.

"Fortunately for you, most people actually like talking to me. You're a notable exception."

“Can I?” he asks.
Can you what, Simon? Kiss me? Kill me? Break my heart?
I touch him like he’s made of butterfly wings.
“You don’t have to ask.” I say it loud enough that he’ll hear me, over everything.

I'd give him all that I am.
I'd give him all that I was.
I'd open up a vein.


I'd tie our hearts together, chamber by chamber.

Shepard doesn't think we're going to win, either! He's just hoping for a good show. He's probably going to find a nice safe hill where he can watch and take notes. (That's how the Americans wrote their national anthem.)

I didn't tell him, I never told him. Not in a way that he believed. Not in a way that he could let in and hold on to. Everything he was to me. That he was everything.
Simon, Simon . . .
You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.

Go ahead and shoot me. This isn't my favourite shirt.

Let's tear each other into pieces and see what grows back. I won't miss this suit.