You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.

I never have people tell me their stories. I usually have to figure them out myself. Because I know that if people tell me stories, they will expect them to be remembered. And I cannot guarantee that. There is no way to know if the stories stay after I'm gone. And how devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the confidence disappear? I don't want to be responsible for that.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving