When I say, "Be my lover", I don't mean, "Let's have an affair." I don't mean "Sleep with me." I don't mean, "Be my secret." I want us to go back down to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.

Making love without noise is like playing a muted piano-fine for practice, but you cheat yourself out of hearing the glorious results.

this is what i never allowed myself to need. and of course what i've been needing all along.

me: why is it upset? shouldn't it be downset? gideon: i will file a lawsuit against the dictionaries first thing tomorrow morning. we're going to tear merriam a new asshole and throw webster inside of it.

Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.

I think that if you were somehow able to measure the weight of human kindness, it would have weighed more on 9/11 than it ever had. On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.