if you like the lovable sound of an asthma attack in your ear every time you tell a joke.

Do you think, that I could still call you 'my dear'?

No wonder I’d never had any friends. I was shockingly bad at it.

All I want is your promise to stay with me, to be mine. Sometimes it feels like you can't possibly be real. Promise me you'll stay.” "Por supuesto. I promise.

Live your life. Be happy as you can be, let go of the things that don't matter, and fight.

Knowledge isn’t love

I can’t help it." I sighed. "One can never help being born into perfection.