But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.

Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.

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

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.

I hope that George doesn't internalize her scare tactics. I want to argue with her, tell her that "sins of the flesh" is just a control mechanism -- if you demonize a person's pleasure, then you can control his or her life. I can't say how many times this tool has been wielded against me, in a variety of forms. But I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation.

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves? "It's over when you decide it's over," she says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.