Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself.

Why do people have to build such depressing places? I'm not saying that every nook and cranny of the world has to be beautiful, but does it have to be this ugly?

All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.

You know what girls are like. They turn twenty or twenty-one and all of a sudden they start having these concrete ideas. They get super realistic. And when that happens, everything that seemed so sweet and lovable about them begins to look ordinary and depressing.

So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little.

I like to read books. I like to listen to music.

I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.