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?

Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.

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

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

They defy gravity, as good books should.