"I love you," Laura said hopelessly. "I'd love you if you were afraid of everything in the world." - Peter S. Beagle

I walked a long way that night, thinking many philosophic thoughts which, fortunately, I don’t remember.

The sight of men filled her with an old, slow, strange mixture of tenderness and terror.

I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn't a sword. It's a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough to read love letters by and keep the animals at a growling distance. In time it will go out. All lights go out. So do all fires, if it's any comfort. Love me, and look at me, and remember me, as I'll remember you.