I liked just being with you. I liked the way you breathed when you were asleep. I liked when you took the champagne glass from my hand. I liked how your fingers were always too long for your gloves.

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.

It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.