But we comforted ourselves with what we really meant to say, which was: "I don't normally feel this good about what I'm doing." Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

I have taken advantage of other people's weaknesses in order to cover my own.

There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

Sometimes desire is air, sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.