And sometimes I think there isn’t anything to us but our mistakes.

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

My life was my life; I would have to stare it down, somehow, and make it work for me.

Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant.