So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

Just because you're an atheist, that doesn't mean you wouldn't love for things to have reasons for why they are.

The world is a big place," he said, "but so is the inside of an apartment!

I want to talk about God in a literary way. But I think I would have a very hard time praying to God.

It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness. We made love in nothing places and turned the lights off. It felt like crying. We could not look at each other. It always had to be from behind. Like that first time. And I knew he wasn't thinking of me. He squeezed my sides so hard, and pushed so hard. Like he was trying to push me through to somewhere else. Why does anyone ever make love?