Love is big. Love makes room for conflicting feelings.

Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.

You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.

He doesn't think. He just does. A nonthinking doer.

Where were we?" she said. "Getting credit," I said. "What about it?" "Well, it's nice to get credit." The spokes of her rear wheel spun behind the curtain of her long skirt. She looked like a photograph from a hundred years ago. She turned her wide eyes on me. "Is it?" she said.

Or maybe you’re merely uncomfortable with uncertainty. Like the rest of the human race.

I didn't realize we were being watched. We were all being watched