Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today’s tasks.
Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.
Those who really love you don’t mean to hurt you and if they do, you can’t see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.
Once someone’s hurt you, it’s harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn’t stop you from wanting them.
The truth is messy. It’s raw and uncomfortable. You can’t blame people for preferring lies.
Changing is what people do when they have no options left.
You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.
If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.
We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be. That’s why habits are so hard to break. If we know ourselves to be liars, we expect not to tell the truth. If we think of ourselves as honest, we try harder.
I can’t trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I’m not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.
He’s the kind of liar who totally forgets what he told you the last time, but he believes every single lie with such conviction that sometimes he can convince you of it.
I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.
What an author doesn’t know could fill a book.
She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone – desire so acute that it became despair.
And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn’t throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.
Kaye: You know what the sun looks like? Janet: No, What? Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water. Janet: That’s gross, Kaye. Kaye: And the moon is just watching. She’s just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.
She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.
This is the part in the movie where that guy says, “Zombies? What zombies?” just before they eat his brains. I don’t want to be that guy.
The more powerful you become, the more others will find ways to master you. They’ll do it through those you love and those you hate. They will find the bit and the bridle that fits your mouth and will make you yield.
They say that nameless things change constantly – that names fix them in place like pins.