They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.

My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.

He appeared before me and departed. We were not able to speak to or touch each other. But in that short interval, he transformed many things inside me. He literally stirred my mind and body the way a spoon stirs a cup of cocoa, down to the depths of my internal organs and my womb.

The years nineteen and twenty are a crucial stage in the maturation of character, and if you allow yourself to become warped when you're that age, it will cause you pain when you're older.

No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.