This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.

....love and desire enjoy a symbiotic relationship, meaning that one cannot exist without the other. Desire is an enemy to contentment; desire is illness, a feverish brain. Who can be considered healthy who wants? The very word want suggests a lack, an impoverishment, and that is what desire is: an impoverishment of the brain, a flaw, a mistake.

If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now.

I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never love you.

Juliet!' I whip around but not quickly enough. She's swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the door closing just as quickly as it opened, a shifting Tetris pattern of bodies.

The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same.