I don’t really care. I shouldn’t have to care. I shouldn’t have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.
In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person’s absence will affect you more than another’s.
But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.
I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.
Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.
Girlfriend is such a stupid word. I couldn’t stand calling her that. So, we had to get married, so I could call her ’wife.
But what if Shakespeare – and Hamlet – were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?
When the sun shines, you let it shine on you.
I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.
About being grateful for what you have instead of yearning for what you think you want.
If you can’t trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?
Love can make you immortal.
And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.
Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.
But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it’s frozen shut.
Every fiction has its base in fact.
If I felt like a fish out of water in my family, I felt like a fish on Mars in Adam’s circle.
It doesn’t rain every day. Just every other day.
Something special is ending, and you’re sad, but you can’t be that said because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there’ll be other vacations, other good times.
Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth.