That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.

Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person.

The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.

Life’s a freaking mess… there’s not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It’s all a beautiful calamitous mess.

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?

Each time someone dies, a library burns.