People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

What men yearn for they often destroy.

Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.

Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future.