“I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.”

She greets death with a curtsy.

You can hit me and push me but you can’t quite beat me.

I lay awake thinking about how none of it had to happen for me to get to this point; and how I’m glad I got there, anyway.

It’s just me and my mangled limbs your touch soothing but unconvincing singsong whispers of lives unlived.

And if you only opened the window you’d see the morning light seep through.

Hearts retch on homestretch where will we go?

As I feel your heart shatter like sand through my helpless fingers I envision ripples through the tar of your blood.

Believe the best of everybody.

Rather than believe that Watson and Crick made the DNA structure, I would rather stress that the structure made Watson and Crick.

It’s okay, girl, we’ll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We’re fallen angels who didn’t believe that nothing means nothing.

I believe that the time has arrived for medical investigation of the problems of manned rocket flight, for it will not be the engineering problems but rather the limits of the human frame that will make the final decision as to whether manned space flight will eventually become a reality.

An immense percentage of snobs, I believe, is to be found in every rank of this mortal life.

Believe and be confirmed.

Believe me when I say that I will find endless ways to make sure you know what a prize you are.

The pace of discovery is going unbelievably fast.