He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.
People change,' she said 'Oh, no they don't. Look at me. I've never changed. It's like those sticks of rock: bite it all the way down, you'll still read Brighton. That's human nature.
I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.
I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.
We remember the details of our story, we do not invent them.
I've caught belief like a disease. I've fallen into belief like I fell in love.