" It kills me not to know this but I’ve all but just forgotten what the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them. As the telling signs of age rain down, a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten. There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place and there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds. Seldom do these words ring true when I’m constantly failing you. Walls that we just can’t break through, until we disappear. So tell me now, if this ain’t love then how do we get out? Because I don’t know. "

" Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me. "

" You were and are the perfect Harry, and will be forever. "