He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.

Ethan couldn’t possibly understand it, what Cameron and I meant to each other and how different it was from anything like a romance or a crush.

I understand that you can never have the whole picture; inevitably, there’s stuff you don’t know, can’t know. But when it comes to Cameron I always want more than I have, would like to be able to take hold of at least one or two more pieces, if only because I’m convinced there are parts of myself inside them.

Family or love or romance, whatever it is, is not restricted to perfect people. If it were, it wouldn't exist. All of that comes out in my work in some way.

It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.