Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Because that day with Willem, I may have pretended to be someone named Lulu, but I had never been more honest in my life. Maybe that's the thing with liberation. It comes at a price.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

It doesn't rain every day. Just every other day.