I hate jealousy. At least it's its own punishment; it makes me feel like hell.

Misery alternates with euphoria.

I hate jealousy. At least it's its own punishment; it makes me feel like hell.

You were the best thing in my life … I did love you. I do. As much as I’ve ever loved anyone, as much as I can. It feels like a lot – it takes up my whole heart.

Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.

Topics... are what people talk about when they don't know each other well. Topics... are what men talk about.

I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink.