She moaned. “We can’t just keep having sex.” “Why not? We’ve got months of frustration built up.

When he put the old-fashioned mechanical toy on her palm, she stopped breathing. It was a tiny representation of an atom, complete with colored ball bearings standing in for neutrons, protons, and on the outside, arranged on arcs of fine wire, electrons. Turning the key on the side made the electrons move, what she’d thought were ball bearings actually finely crafted spheres of glass that sparked with color. A brilliant, thoughtful, wonderful gift for a physics major.

“Why magnesium?” she asked, identifying the atomic number of the light metal. His hand on her jaw, his mouth on her own. “Because it’s beautifully explosive, just like my X.

The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.

How long have you been with Raphael?”
“You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman.”
“What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.”
-Venom and Elena

To fight evil, you have to understand the dark.

Life isn't static, and sometimes, we don't realize the value of knowledge or even of people, until further down the track, when we're mature enough to truly understand.