'Do you know,' he asked in a delicious accent, 'what Dom Pérignon said after inventing champagne?' 'No?' I said. 'He called out to his fellow monks, 'Come quickly: I am tasting the stars!'

Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.

Suffering is universal.

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.

i wanted more time so we could fall in love.

My head was level with hers as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the glass. I don't remember how it ended - if I went to bed or she did. In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.

We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.