It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.

Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.

For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For the people who will infect me in the future - I can't wait to see who you'll be. And in both cases: Thank you.

I vowed after that day that I would be your hero too, no matter how long it took

I thought if I followed the rules, things would turn out all right. that's the thing about the cure, isn't it? It isn't just about deliria at all. It's about order. A path for everyone. You just have to follow it and everything will be okay. That's what the DFA is about. That's what I belevied in-what I've had to believe in. Because otherwise, it's just...chaos.

Perfection is a promise, and a reassurance that we are not wrong.

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.