Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.

I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled

Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.

Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.

You should see it. V for Vendetta I mean. "I'll look it up." No. With Me. At my house. Now

Augustus Waters," I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking that Anne Frank, after all, kissed someone in the Anne Frank House, and that she would probably like nothing more than for her home to have become a place where the young and irreparably broken sink into love.

Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood.