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

They haven't killed us yet," I say, and I imagine that one day I will fly a plane over Portland, over Rochester, over every fenced-in city in the whole country, and I will bomb and bomb and bomb, and watch all their buildings smoldering to dust, and all those people melting and bleeding into flame, and I will see how they like it. 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.

No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.

I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps beating when i want it so badly to stop

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

I'm so tired after dinner I fall asleep with my clothes on, almost as soon as my head hits the pillow, and so I forget to ask God, in my prayers, to keep me from waking up.

The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.