I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.

Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?

I asked you what you wanted and you said you didn't want anything. And I told you I wasn't planning on giving you anything; I was planning on giving you something.

His books are kept on freestanding shelves hung at different angles on a sea-green wall. They defy gravity, as good books should.

I don’t want to know anything, and I want to know it all