What else could he possibly have done? What choices did he ever have?

I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?

only a matter of time before it broke through our fragile web of denial, forcing us to confront the truth and acknowledge who we are: two people in love – a love that nobody else could possibly understand.

This is the definition of happiness: a whole day stretching out ahead of me, beautiful in its emptiness and simplicity.

I would give anything to escape myself, Flynn thought, just for a day, just for a minute even. Just to know what it was like to think differently, to feel differently, and to not be me.

I am overcome by a feeling of complete detachment. I am a mere object to these people. I am barely human any more.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.