The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

The only love she inspires is the canine kind.

Intimacy doesn't have all that much to do with backseats of cars. Real intimacy is brushing your teeth together.

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.

It was a nice day, and I don't mean that it was sunny either. It was humid and not too cool, like winter was getting annoyed with itself and wanted it to be spring just as much as everyone else.

Let's stay young forever. Young, stupid, and pretty. Sounds like a plan, don't you think?

Ask two people to tell you anything, you’ll get two versions. Even easy things like directions, let alone important or semi-controversial topics like why a fight started or what a person was generally like. If you don’t know something for yourself, you just can’t be sure.