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.

It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason.

What a strange phrase — –not seeing other people. As if it’s been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

i wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.

It's like you're a character in this book that everyone around you is writing, and suddenly you have to say, 'I'm sorry, but this role isn't right for me'. And you have to start writing your own life and doing your own thing.

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.