Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

The contents of a house can trigger all sorts of revisions to family history.

I think she is confused by the way I want her, which is like nobody else. I know this deep down. I want her in a new way, a way she's never been told about.

I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.

They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.

We all got holes in our lives. Nobody dies in a perfect garment.