A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?

It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.

Astley comes to my side. 'Are you well?' 'No,' I tell him, voice hoarse. 'I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again'

What we do, our choices, that's what defines us

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

What feels best is how I no longer hurt.

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.