Real love is to offer your life at the feet of another.

Who can really say how decisions are made, how emotions change, how ideas arise? We talk about inspiration; about a bolt of lightnng from a clear sky, but perhaps everything is just as simple and just as infinitely complex as the processes that make a particular leaf fall at a particularmoment. That point has been reached, that's all. It has to happen, and it does happen.

-there was something in her, something that was...pure horror. Everything you were supposed to watch out for. Heights, fire, shards of glass, snakes, Everything that his mom tried so hard to keep him safe from.

What he was scared of was not that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No, it was that she might push him away.

A new life? There’s not such thing. It was only in the magazine headlines that people got a new life. Stopped drinking or taking drugs, found a new love. But the same life.

When there's nothing to see, when there are no thoughts, life comes instead.

This wasn't the way he had expected his life to be. It worked, but that was about all. Happiness had got lost somewhere along the way.