We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven't chosen at all.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world - your little carved-out sphere - is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart.

All this time, I thought we were growing apart because I was leaving Lena behind. But really it was the reverse. She was learning to lie. She was learning to love.

But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist

Something must die so that others can live.