I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

Can't get away from your own self.

When you don't know what you're searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere.

This is the part in the movie where that guy says, "Zombies? What zombies?" just before they eat his brains. I don't want to be that guy.

The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.

She looks honestly upset, but then, I’ve learned that I can’t read her. The problem with a really excellent liar is that you have to just assume they’re always lying.