simon: that's disgusting! me: what's disgusting? simon: you know. you put your thing in the place where he, um, defecates.

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.

Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill of unreluctant desire?