Half an ear cocked, something in me, all night, every night, is waiting for you to come home.

My own apathy is bone chilling.

A boy is a dangerous animal.

It's far less important to me to be liked these days than to be understood.

Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.

There is one province in which, sooner or later, virtually everyone gets dealt a leading role--hero, heroine, or villain.... Unlike the slight implications of quotidian dilemmas that confront the average citizen in other areas of life ... the stakes in this realm could not be higher. For chances are that at some point along the line you will hold in your hands another person's heart. There is no greater responsibility on the planet. However you contend with this fragile organ, which pounds or seizes in accordance with your caprice, will take your full measure.

Got nothing to do with trying. You like someone, or you don't. If you're 'trying', you don't.