I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

There is no reason that we should ever be ashamed of our bodies or ashamed of our love.

It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

Gone is not forgotten, but our lives cannot be a memorial. This city cannot be a memorial. This city has to be a city. Our lives have to be our lives.

The secret to living long is to have something to live for.