That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.

love is tied to truth. I think of them as unhappily conjoined twins.

Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person's heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well.

Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it’s a game, I know I’m going to lose.

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

And I find myself saying, “It wasn’t really about her.” And finding it’s true. What do you mean?” Norah asks. It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn’t about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.

I guess I don't believe these things can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.