I try to be a careful person. Most of the time my carelessness is completely unintentional.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

Love is the higher law.

dissonance, n. Nights when I need to sleep and you can't. Days when I want to talk to you and you won't. Hours when every noise you make interferes with my silence. Weeks when there is a buzzing in the air, and we both pretend we don't here it.

I try to convince myself that it's the alcohol talking. But alcohol can't talk. It just sits there. It can't even get itself out of the bottle.

I think that if you were somehow able to measure the weight of human kindness, it would have weighed more on 9/11 than it ever had. On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that.