They never told you that stranger might be someone you knew.

Sometimes I’ve even wished there was a human pause button, where you could choose some point in your life where you could stay always.

Anyway, madness and genius. They're the disturbed pals of the human condition. The Bonnie and Clyde, the Thelma and Louise, the baking soda and vinegar. Insanity just walks alongside the brilliant like some creepy, insistent shadow.

The way two people can end up in the same place, find each other in a crowd, and change their lives and the lives of the people around them forever... It makes you believe in fate. And fate gives love some authority. Like it's been stamped with approval from above, if you believe in above. A godly green light. Some destined significance.

No, Mom. I said fine." "It's just your tone." Ah, yes- the tone. The nasty traitor.

Hurt is a weapon. Better weapon than most because it doesn't look like one.

You take care of the people you love, but it’s true, too, that you take care of the things you own.