Everywhere you go, you see women more beautiful than yourself. You imagine him being attracted to them. You're drinking gasoline to stay warm.

It scares me how fast I go from disliking to loving him, and I wonder if it’s this way for everyone.

You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him.

I tried to avoid Mimi. Her presence seemed to call forth every rejection I'd ever experienced-the teachers who'd looked at me as though I held no promise, the boys who didn't like me back. Around her, I became fourteen again.

Basically, all anyone has to do is ask me for fun details or tell me to be creative, and my mind turns to mud. I am instantly the most boring person you've ever met.

You don't need a reason to forgive... If you want to go on with someone, that is what you do.

You sense that he's dangerous but don't now why - and wonder if it's because he makes you feel safer than you've ever felt.