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.

I try to know as much as I can about a book before the beginning, but I never know exactly where it's going to end.

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

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.

I thought of my mother (...). Freud wrote that no man is secure in the love of his mother can ever be a failure. Well, I had been busy proving that theory wrong.

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