At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.

You can never totally hate someone who sang you to sleep like that, can you? Who calmed you down and eased your fears. You can feel angry and betrayed, but some part of you will always love them for being there on those scary nights, for giving you a place to run to where your nightmares couldn't follow, the one place where you could descend finally into slumber knowing, at least for the time being, that you were completely safe.

I'm really not a fan of voiceovers; I think they become a crutch.

I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

Phillip is a repository of random snatches of film dialogue and song lyrics. To make room for all of it in his brain, he apparently cleared out all the areas where things like reason and common sense are stored.

I loved her for so long. Our past trails behind us like a comet's tail, the future stretched out before us like the universe. Things happen. People get lost and love breaks.

I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.