I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life. You are a second away from saying it. You have no idea how much I love you.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.

Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.

Breathing, n You had asthma as a child, had to carry around an inhaler. But when you grew older, it went away. You could run for miles and it was fine. Sometimes I worry that this is happening to me in reverse. The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.