Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things.

He learned to live with the truth. Not to accept it, but to live with it.

Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.

We search for patterns, you see, only to find where the patterns break. And it’s there, in that fissure, that we pitch our tents and wait.

there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

...we take comfort in the symmetries we find in life because they suggest a design where there is none.

And if the man who once upon a time had been a boy who promised he'd never fall in love with another girl as long as he lived kept his promise, it wasn't because he was stubborn or even loyal. He couldn't help it.