It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn't so.

Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.