Why does everybody have to be with somebody? It’s a stupid delusion and a really pathetic way of thinking.

You're like a philosopher with tattoos.

This goes against everything that I am, Sarai," he says and then kisses me. "No, it doesn't," I whisper and kiss him back. "It's you becoming more of who you really are.

Our story is over, yes, but our journey isn't, because we'll always live on the edge until the day we die.

I think when you fall in love, like true love, it’s love for life. All the rest is just experiences and delusions.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

Well, everybody needs help feeling alive again every once in a while.” “No,” she says seriously, and my gaze falls back on hers, “I didn’t say again, Andrew; for making me feel alive for the first time.