I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it's so fleeting

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.

We gather the things we learned, and they don't nearly add up to fill the space of a life. You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

But I think we were walking around like we were invincible. And maybe that's a bad way to live your life. Because you're not invincible. Nobody is. And maybe now that we've learned that, we'll be better.

I have become very good at clearing histories.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.