Like all sick children,' he answered dispassionately, 'you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.

Long week. Long month. Long life.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

So keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

We gotta do something about this frigging swing set,' he said. 'I'm telling you, it's ninety percent of the problem.

By saying you don’t care if the world falls apart, in some small way you’re saying you want it to stay together, on your own terms.