I'll tell you something,' she said. 'I'm not sure I ever really liked him.' Adam?' I said. 'I don't blame you.' 'Not Adam,' she said, struggling to swallow a greedily chomped chunk. 'God.

Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process.

I don't know how one should live - but I know that one should live.

Only meaning can make a difference and we all know there's no meaning. All stories express a desire for meaning, not meaning itself. Therefore any difference knowing the story makes is a delusion.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.

Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

For you, my darlings, freedom to do what you like is the discovery of how unlikable what you like to do makes you. Not that that stops you doing what you like, since you like doing what you like more than you like liking what you do... [Lucifer]