“I become mystical and feel an alliance with you which is eternal, not interrupted, or hurt by never meeting. If there is anything I could ever give you, I would give it, but perhaps the only thing to give is to be oneself with people.”

“If someone asked me "What are the signs of love?" I would have said without hesitation, it's the familiarity and the removal of cost, and to find yourself not having to lie, and the embarrassment removed between you two, and see yourself acting in your nature without trying to be something else so she likes you, and that you two keep silent and the silence gets delicious, and that one of you two talk and listening gets delicious.”

“who / is invisible enough / to see you?”

She felt so strangely ill at ease. Then again, there wasn't anywhere in this world where she did feel comfortable. She herself must lack something, something everyone else had and didn't even question.

“I want to keep the emptiness away, to realize the Sense of what it’s like to be alive—instead of just existing”

“It was a mistake to keep this single knife in my heart so long, but it is my knife, and my heart, too,”

“Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again.”