But I think we were walking around like we were invincible. And maybe that's a bad way to live your life. Because you're not invincible. Nobody is. And maybe now that we've learned that, we'll be better.

They defy gravity, as good books should.

Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes. Accept this. We must accept this.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.