They say that the cure for love will make me happy and safe forever. And I’ve always believed them. Until now. Now everything has changed. Now, I’d rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie

Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where our lips met is lost forever.

Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie

It is war now, and armies need symbols.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

Human beings, in their natural state, are unpredictable, erratic, and unhappy. It is only once their animal instincts are controlled that they can be responsible, dependable, and content.

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