And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

...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.

Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.

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

I guess it's a choice we make," she said. "What's a choice?" I asked. And she said, "How much of the world we let in.