We didn't believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.

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

I’ve found that people tend to trust other people who dress like them.

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.

If you want to be loved, be a lovable. It's a good place to start.

The world is quieter now. It is never quiet, but it can get quieter. What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread. Nighttime is not that. Nighttime still rustles, still creaks and whispers and trembles in its throat. It is not darkness we fear, but our own helplessness within it. How merciful to have been granted the other senses.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.