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.

The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. The people we didn't touch.

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

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.

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.

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.