Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

“Memory, I whisper, stay awake.”

I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn't.

I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.

You are so good. So good, you're always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you're gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don't it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.

“She let the thought drain away. And she was peacefully nothing. She hardly existed. It was good that way, very good indeed. Plunges into the nothing.”

“You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where do I put it down?”

“These violent delights have violent ends.”

“If you’re tired of kissing me, I’d better go.”