She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you.

...the meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.

In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.

I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldnt explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?

For a long time, I thought I would like to be a doctor. Such a good profession. So explicitly good. Never a waste of time.

The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.

The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.