You forget a thousand things every day, pal. Make sure this is one of 'em.

Area and state regulations do not allow the Companion Cube to remain here, alone and companionless.

I have no heart to give to Death. Perhaps, I'll give her the hearts of others. Yes, one-thousand should do it.

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

Democracy is non-negotiable.