You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

The more kindness and justice are challenged, the more we must embrace them. Only when you are challenged - and only when you challenge yourself - do you discover what truly matters.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

That word again. Happy. It’s a curse. The pursuit of happiness makes us deeply unhappy. It’s a trap.Before anything else happened, there was me in bed, thinking of who you used to be. I don’t want you to think I forgot.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.