I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.

I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.

He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.

Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

He's earned a lifetime of peace and happiness, but some people never get what they deserve. That's why there are saints in gutters and sadists in palaces.