It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.

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

I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.

We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves? "It's over when you decide it's over," she says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you’re the victor, you’ve hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.