Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.

I would like my personal reading map to resemble a map of the British Empire circa 1900.

I can see that now. I can see everything once it’s already happened — I’m very good at the past. It’s the present I can’t understand.

When your sad--like really sad--you only want to be with other people who are sad.

The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.

I'm human. That's how humans spend their time, doing shitty things.

The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone