Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster.

When you've only got one little shimmer of sunshine, you capture it best you can.

I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.

Crank, You See isn't any ordinary monster. It's like a giant octopus, weaving its tentacles not just around you, but through you, squeezing not hard enough to kill you, but enough to keep you from reeling until you try to get away. Try, and you hunger for it grasping clutch, the way its tendrils prop you up, your need intensifying exponentially every minute you refuse to admit its being (p.469)

Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time.

Anger is a valid emotion. It's only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don't want to do.

...what good would it do to shutter your windows, never dream of rainbows or find hope in promises? Why choose to walk away rather than hold your ground and fight for love?