I like the way men cry. They're efficient.

That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Why is it so hard to articulate love yet so easy to express disappointment?

I'm sorry," I say. "I didn't give you everything you wanted. I wasn't everything you wanted. You were everything I wanted.

...we’re just kids growing up on an island, doing bad things in pretty places.

I'll never be ready. Yet at the same time, you always want to reach the end. You can't fly to a destination and linger in the air. I want to reach the end of this thing, and I feel terrible about it.

Because feeling love does make you feel superior. Until you find out you aren't loved back.