this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

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

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

Tell me a way you think this can work." "We'll find a way," I tell her. "That's not an answer. It's a hope." "Hope's gotten us this far. Not answers.

And I told you: I think of a photograph you took of me, up in Montreal. You told me to jump in the air, so in the picture, my feet are off the ground. Later, I asked you why you wanted me to do that, and you told me it was the only way to get me to forget about the expression on my face. You were right. I am completely unposed, completely genuine. In my mind’s eye, I picture myself like that, reacting to you.