I'm starting to realize that people lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, & so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.

And imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.

We all use the future to escape the present.

I've gotten really hot since you went blind.

I was so tired of her getting upset for no reason. The way she would get sulky and make references to the freaking oppressive nature of tragedy or whatever but then never said what was wrong, never have any goddamned reason to be sad. And I just think you ought to have a reason. My girlfriend dumped me, so I'm sad. I got caught smoking, so I'm pissed off. My head hurts, so I'm cranky. She never had a reason, Pudge. I was just so tired of putting up with her drama. And I just let her go. Christ.

We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person, a girl.