"I want you to spend the night," you said. And it was definitely your phrasing that ensured it. If you had said, "Let's have sex," or "Let's go to my place," or even "I really want you," I'm not sure we would have gone quite as far as we did. But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it with you.

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

Its almost scary how amateur I am when it comes to musicals - Im a musical goer, but I am not as obsessed with musicals as perhaps some of my theatrical friends are.

It’s up to you, not fate. True. But it was also up to Lily. That was the trickiest part.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

I hope suffering don't exist.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.