I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

It won't be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.

There is something so intimate about saying the truth out loud. There is something so intimate about hearing the truth said. There is something so intimate about sharing the truth, even if you are not entirely sure what it means.

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.

Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.

Sometimes desire is air, sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.

simon: that's disgusting! me: what's disgusting? simon: you know. you put your thing in the place where he, um, defecates.