This kind of knowing you can never tell to anyone. If you want us to survive, you cannot trust a soul'... 'Not for any reason on this earth. You can never tell.

You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.

He was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.

It was as though I had one map inside my head and it led to the man who was waiting for me. Someone who was alone - maybe even more alone - than I was.

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

People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.