When we're awake, we see what we need to see. When we're asleep, we see what is really there.

My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.

Life could take on any number of shapes while you were busy fighting your own demons. But if you were changing at the same rate as the person beside you, nothing else really mattered. You became each other's constant.

Talking out loud to fictional characters is just the tip of the iceberg.

And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.

When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.

I imagine how cool it would be if all small talk wasn't lies.