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

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

It feels like we’ve stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

i have never had anybody talk to me like this. this is not a flirty sixth-grade phone call or bantering with friends or words passed in a note. i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways.