I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

I love the idea of books being more than books, or being, rather, something other than books.

We looked at each other until it felt like everything would burst into flames

Because it was starting to get dark, and because the streets were crowded, I bumped into a googolplex people. Who were they? Where were they going? What were they looking for? I wanted to hear their heartbeats, and I wanted them to hear mine.

I am doing something I hate for you. This is what it means to be in love.

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

I spent my life learning to feel less.