“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your handwriting before. It’s an oddly personal thing, isn’t it?”

“I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.”

“You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.”

“Now I know there are ways to belong to someone that don’t take anything away. A relationship shouldn’t impose limits—and if it does, then it’s wrong. A lover should help you exceed your potential, not clip your wings.”

“You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.”

“I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.”

“We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it’s easier to fight than it is to heal.”