There's always someone willing to believe malicious rumours.

I abhor crime novels in which the main character can behave however he or she pleases, or do things that normal people do not do, without those actions having social consequences.

And I guess that in some way I'm falling for you because you are who you are. It's easy to sleep with you because there's no bullshit and you make me feel safe. But this all started because I gave in to a crazy impulse. It doesn't happen very often, and I hadn't planned it.

She wondered what she thought of herself, and came to the realization that she felt mostly indifference towards her entire life.

You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left.

I don't know if I want a steady relationship, but I'm terrified of losing you.

Those pointless equations, to which no solution exists, are called absurdities.