I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

‎I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.