At that time in my life, no conclusion was a bad conclusion. Something ended, and you stopped wishing and worrying. You could consider your mistakes, and you might be embarrassed by them, but the box was sealed, the door was shut, you were no longer immersed in the confusing middle.

I feel like a lot of life is distasteful and embarrassing. And you just push through it. You fix what you can, and you let time pass.

I gave people the benefit of the doubt, thinking, so many people that appear very calm and even boring must have all these wild emotions and crazy ideas.

To remain alone did not seem to me a terrible fate, no worse than being falsely joined to another person.

She really does like him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you get down to it, can you say that about many people?

There are people we treat wrong and later, we're prepared to treat other people right.

I always worried someone would notice me, and then when no one did, I felt lonely.