Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.

I start to back away before I do something wildly inappropriate, like jump on top of him.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them.

This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

I’ve always hated being looked at.

The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well