For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.

If you zoom close-if you get really close to someone, if you really get close to yourself-then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore.

Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

That whole week, we started to divide things into those two categories: anything or something. A piece of jewelry bougth at a department store: anything. A piece of jewelry made by hand: something. A dollar: anything. A sand dollar: something. A gift certificate: anything. An IOU for two hours of starwatching: something. A drunk kiss at a party: anything. A sober kiss alone in a park: something.

I'm always standing on the edge of something bad.

There are all these moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.