I guess when you’re trying to find all the parts of yourself, it’s difficult to be with someone who’s already fully intact.

I'd tried enough to know that anything long term wasn't going to work.

Alone because love was one of those feelings that you could never have control of. And she needed to be in control. She had loved before, had been loved, had tasted what it was to dream, and had felt what it was to dance on air. She had also learned what it was to cruelly land back on the earth with a thud.

You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.

life's kind of like a painting. A really bizarre, abstract painting. You could look at it and think that all it is, is a blur. And you could continue living your life thinking that all it is, is just a blur. But if you really look at it, really see it, focus on it, and use your imagination, life can become so much more. The painting could be of the sea, the sky, people,buildings, a butterfly on a flower, or anything except the blur you were once convinced it was.

Sometimes there is only one thing left to say, P. S. I Love You.

I guess when you’re trying to find all the parts of yourself, it’s difficult to be with someone who’s already fully intact.