I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

Here," she said. "This is for you." "I didn't really get you anything," I sputtered. "I mean, I didn't know that you were going to be here, and--" "Don't worry. It's your embarrassment at not having the thought that counts.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals.

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we’re really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

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

It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason. And maybe I've gotten it backward, maybe it's just because I need a reason that I find myself falling in love with her. But I don't think that's it. I think I would have continued along, oblivious, if I hadn't happened to meet her.