I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.

I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

It's only a sure defeat when you stop trying.

There’s a reason I hate jigsaw puzzles. I don’t have the patience to find all the border pieces, especially when they’re all the same shade of gray.

I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.

But the world moves on, even when you don't want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops.

Love can make us do dreadful things.