What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

the scornful force of his tone turned the word into a curse

But I was used to finding something deadly in things that attracted me; there was always something deadly lurking in anything I wanted, anything I loved.

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

We are all born equally far from the sun.

I lost part of myself to him then, and a soaring sense of freedom revealed that this must have been my purpose from the first: to become a part of Phineas.

It is a sad day when one looks back and sees that his largest regrets have become some of the most integral elements of his dreams.