She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong.

I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And it struck me as a remarkable thought - that someone would affect you so deeply they'd always be a part of you.

What's worse ...? The devil you don't know ... or the devil you do?

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related.