To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

I think one of the highest compliments you can give a person is that when you are talking to him, you are not thinking about the fact that you are talking to him. That is, your thoughts and words all exist on a single, engaged level. You are being yourself because you aren't bothering to think about who you should be. It is like when you talk in a dream.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.

Every single answer starts with the phrase 'I don't know.' But most of the time she does know, if I give her the time and the space in which to answer.

Deep down, you see, I long to be arcane, esoteric. I would love to confound people with their own language.