Two infinities: the one that stretches to the beginning but never touches-when you halve and halve and halve, infinitely-and then the one that spreads out into the endless, endless future, the endless, endless, distance.The set of infinities that is itself infinite.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.

You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.