I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa

Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.

If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else.

I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff drifting off on the wind. But his hands keep pulling me back: into the alley, and Portland, and a world that has suddenly stopped making sense.

It is a ruined-world, a nonsense-place.

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

i suppose that's the secret, if you're ever wishing for things to back the way they were. You just have to look up.