If you’re strange enough, people won’t notice you’re kind and will leave you alone.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic nor popular – but one must take it because it is right.

The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.

it’s colder than a witch’s tit in a steel bra

You know what’s a great metaphor for love? Sleeping beauty. Because you have to plow through this incredible thicket of thorns in order to get to beauty, and even then, when you get there, you...

I hope suffering don’t exist.

Hell, yes,” Dev says, sitting up now. “Don’t get me wrong – we’re totally going to make the beast with two backs tonight. But if we do it right, it’s going to feel like holding...

What a wonderful word, future. Of all the abstractions we can articulate to ourselves, of all the concepts we have that other animals do not, how extraordinary the ability to consider a time that’s never...

Thoughts can follow you anywhere.

Whatever you had—I don’t know exactly what it was, and that’s fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that’s okay. But you have to figure that if it’s too...

You can find sorrow in the arithmetic, and you can find a bittersweet hope.

i feel like my life is so scattered right now. like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. but talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been...

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won...

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it’s not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

So what else can I tell you?” I asked. “I mean, to get you to reveal Lily to me.”She triangled her fingers under her chin. “Let’s see. Are you a bed wetter?””Am I a…?””Bed wetter....

What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread

When the heart stops, you die. Love is everywhere that life is, and if there is no love for life, you die. Giving up on love is the same thing as giving up on life...

The feeling that the world is full of people who think different is synonymous with wrong.