Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.

Dullness is the spice of life. Which is why we must always use other spices.

You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.

iv. who was it who invented size zero? who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?

It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.