Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

Any time some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink.

Who you are moment to moment is just a story.

With insomnia, you're never really awake; but you're never really asleep.

I think in a way, you're doomed, once you can envision something. You're sort of doomed to make it happen. I've found that the moment I can envision leaving a relationship, that's usually the moment that the relationship starts to fall apart.

Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.

Somehow it seems wrong to photograph a blind person. It’s like stealing something valuable they don’t even know they own.