Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.

It's a miracle I was able to get out of the house today. It's a miracle I'm even wearing pants, a double miracle I remembered to wear shoes.

That's the thing about faith. It works.

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

Maybe next time, but probably not.

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again