You can't deny that there's something between us." "No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.

Part of growing up is making sure your sense of reality isn't entirely grounded in your own mind.

Is that all we need? Can the way we say each other's names encompass all our history, all our love, all our fear, all our fights, all our reunions, all of what we know about each other, all of what we don't know?

That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

There is no reason that we should ever be ashamed of our bodies or ashamed of our love.

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?