“Love isn't relevant once things are really bad. They say love makes the world go round-but it doesn't, you know. Love is a luxury, and you indulge in it when things are OK. As soon as they are bad-really bad-there just isn't a place for it anymore-no place where there could be room for it”
“When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.”
“And isn't it a bad thing to be deceived about the truth, and a good thing to know what the truth is? For I assume that by knowing the truth you mean knowing things as they really are.”
“...it's just as bad to live in a place where what you do see isn't there as it is to live in one where what you don't see is.”
“The heart was made to give love; once the heart is satisfied, life just doesn't seem so bad anymore.”
“I loved them, and would always love them. But there was no place where they could fit anymore, so I had nowhere to put all the things I felt. I didn't know what to do with them, and they didn't know what to do with me, and isn't that just like life?”