Everything creepy and Southern isn't Faulknerian, just like everything annoying isn't Kafkaesque.

No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.

Everything creepy and Southern isn't Faulknerian, just like everything annoying isn't Kafkaesque.

You're all I care about," I said. "No. And me. The person I am when I'm with you, the way I see myself and know myself. That person who lives only when I'm with you.

The trouble with excuses, however, is that they become inevitably difficult to believe after they’ve been used a couple of times.

I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.

On a ship thats made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you)