I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

I still felt fondness for her - fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia.

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books - used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.

This is as much a part of my story as anything else. Friendship is love as much as any romance.