The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

People are always separable.

It felt good to be surrounded by books, by all this solid knowledge, by these objects that could be ripped page by page but couldn't be torn if the pages all held together.

A year. A thousand kisses. And now a thousand one, a thousand two. There are so many other place we could have ended up, but I have to believe none of them would have felt this right. "All I want is you" is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.