Because the more you changed, the less of you there was.

I don't know what I was thinking, coming out here. There are no silver bullets in life, there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug youself.

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.

Dark matter has a gravitation effect on other objects. You can't see it, you can't feel it, but you can watch something being pulled in its direction.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.