And you can't love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.

Everything I see and touch reminds me of him, and so everything I see and touch is perfect.

I'm used to a feeling of doubleness, of thinking one thing and having to do another, a constant tug-of-war.

You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.

That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.

My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison. And if Alex no longer loves me, I can’t bear to think that he might love somebody else.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.