You are so close, and I can’t reach you.

And I find myself saying, “It wasn’t really about her.” And finding it’s true. What do you mean?” Norah asks. It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn’t about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.

I try to be a careful person. Most of the time my carelessness is completely unintentional.

It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait.

There are all these moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves.