I think forever is an incorrect concept.

Mom sobbed something into Dad's chest that I wish I hadn't heard, and that I hope she never finds out that I did hear. She said, "I won't be a mom anymore." It gutted me pretty badly.

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

YOU are valuable and rare and worthy of love.

I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch.

In the end, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.

I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.