When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

It was the most amazing feeling in the world. to know that something right happened, and to know that it had happened not through luck or command but simply because it was right.

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

He never wears a watch (his own rebellion against time, against watching).

you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.

this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.