And even as I'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like I can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.

Sometimes, it would be much easier to die for one's king than to give one's life for him.

We’ll need writers who can remember freedom—poets, visionaries—realists of a larger reality.

Whatever happens, he'll leave it all to chance. No he won't; but it makes a nice epitaph, if one's shopping around. It seems he is.

I wanted to do the right thing, no matter how people judged me. You don't have to be alive to make yourself relevant. You don't have to be a good person to be a hero. You just have to know yourself and stay true to that. I'll keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how.

My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love--I love--I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

He resisted the temptation to click on today’s date and enter an entry that would be forever ongoing. “Be Leon.”

It's like you are surrounding me from all sides with imitations of yourself but never the REAL you! Cheese and fucking crackers, when do I just get to talk to the actual Dirk?

I would set you free if I could. Would you? I would not part from you. That is not what I meant. I meant I would have for you a life of your own. I will have for us a life of our own. We shall win it together.

See? You're a man of fate, Burakh. What are you trying to prove? You can't change fate. Have you heard the story of Oedipus?

Displaced fear twisted into inked bravado, a litmus test in acid green to which Dr. Geiszler has a habit of subjecting everyone he meets, a misguided romanticizing of an alien biology, an anti-establishment semiotic manifesto, a confusing species-on-species scorecard cum epitaph.

YOU: But I am not a doll. TRAGEDIAN: Did I hear you right? Who is it speaking? YOU: It's me, the player.

I’m going to paint too. I’m going to paint pictures of ghosts and devils and horses out of hell.

What's harder to say, that you want me to stay unchanged for you? Chained to a lie, we're the same, you and I. What's harder to fake? That you want me to stay the same for you?

I'd rather die as the Devil than live as Matt Murdock.

Everywhere is a liminal space. We’re on the brink of forever. And you’re beautiful.

ATEM: I want to know more about myself. I want to know where I should go. But if I keep the status quo, I can stay within his heart forever. And that's also what he wants.

Hard teenage years, misunderstood, confused, angry. So goddamn angry, fighting to be what I wasn’t. But you showed me that family isn’t just your blood. It isn’t just what you’re born into. The- the people that have your back and will fight to hell and back for you.

This is all I ever wanted for you. For both of us. It's beautiful.

The world gets a little bigger, a little meaner. Maybe I did too.