I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

Self-esteem can be so exhausting. I want to cut my hair, change my clothes, erase the pimple from the near-tip of my nose, and strengthen my upper-arm definition, all in the next hour.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

We didn't believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving

Two infinities: the one that stretches to the beginning but never touches-when you halve and halve and halve, infinitely-and then the one that spreads out into the endless, endless future, the endless, endless, distance.The set of infinities that is itself infinite.

You don't know, but I'm noticing.