“What is love, if not the abandonment of all sanity, all dignity?”

“...I know I’ve broken all the rules of all the games, that all the great players and best love calculators recommend that you play, if you want to make someone like you a lot. But that’s okay, because I give up. I’ve got my coffee sitting in my San Francisco cup, I’ve got Kona island and a working beating heart that’s not cold, hard, or numb—very workable and capable of loving, breaking, mending and repeating. So that’s just what I’ll do. Because I’m too tired. Too tired uping all nighting wasting my precious timing wishing it was your heart pumping, wanting me— like I used to want you.”

“I’m too tired to fight against you anymore, too tired to say you are wrong. Too tired apologizing, keeping me uping all nighting- criming by wasting my precious timing. Straggling against what I once called charming.”

“All the risks have been taken. Allowing me room to fly.”

“The white noise in his heart, the sum of all his colors —the metronome to which he beat [was she].”

“It is in this darkness that I have found all light— somehow become so bright, a shooting star on a stormy night.”

“Every fairytale has a villain. All high quality happy endings involve a black-hearted monster. I just didn't want you to be mine.”