“We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.”

“Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there are three lives before you: His life, Her Life, and Your life together.”

“We’re both so fucking broken that I understand our strange attraction, a push-pull magnetism born of similar scars.”

“Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.”

“He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.”

“. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.”

“I don't believe in love at all," he returns, equally quiet. "It's just a name people give the endorphins that spring up after some really hot fucking, and the justification they use to manipulate the shit out of each other afterward.”