There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

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

...and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn’t want you to stop. I didn’t mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn’t mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

love is tied to truth. I think of them as unhappily conjoined twins.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

I have learned how to observe, far better than most people observe. I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present, because that is where I am destined to live.