When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.

Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.

When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.

My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.