A kiss, she thinks, has to be entirely balanced -- it has to have a little conflict, a little dialectic, a little revolution.

I try to think of a way to get there without going past it. There are lots of ways, but they all have me walking a little farther. And that's stupid, I decide. What am I, a little kid? I can stand to see something it hurts to want. I can see it and then just keep walking. It happens to lots of people everyday. We all survive.

If it takes you apart, that's not love. Love puts you back together.

The closer you get to heaven, the less air there is, because when you get to heaven for real, you don't need to breathe anymore.

... even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn’t the right word. What’s the word I’m wanting here? Lonely. That’s it. It was a little bit lonely.

I decided that not talking is like a litmus test for a real friend. You can just sit there and be. Not always be filling up the air with words

Love always looks nice. I don't really know anyone who doesn't enjoy it when they see it. Anyone who doesn't, I don't really want to know them.