only when it rains. and sometimes, too, when i remember.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.

He was still in love with you, anyway.

In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.

Most people don't want to be saved. Besides, if you keep bailing everybody out, they'll never learn to paddle on their own.

That is the strangest thing about the world: how it looks so different from every point of view.

Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish