It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

I hope that George doesn't internalize her scare tactics. I want to argue with her, tell her that "sins of the flesh" is just a control mechanism -- if you demonize a person's pleasure, then you can control his or her life. I can't say how many times this tool has been wielded against me, in a variety of forms. But I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation.

There is no word for our kind of friendship. Two people who don't see each other a lot, but can make each other effortlessly happy

I hope suffering don't exist.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

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.

It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason. And maybe I've gotten it backward, maybe it's just because I need a reason that I find myself falling in love with her. But I don't think that's it. I think I would have continued along, oblivious, if I hadn't happened to meet her.