Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong.

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

It's hard to plan for what comes next when what comes next is not something you planned for.

I thought I knew what loneliness was before he found me, but I had no clue. You don't know what real loneliness is until you've known the opposite.

Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.

If I had faced it then, I wouldn't be facing it now, but sooner or later you have to choose between running and facing the thing you thought you could not face.