“Love is a sickness. Some kind of a pathogen existing above all explanation.”
“There are some things that defy explanation- kind of like. . . you know, you.”
“That kind of love should've been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should've conquered anything.”
“Being neurotic seemed to be a kind of wild card, an all-purpose explanation.”
“Explanations exist; they have existed for all time; there is always a well-known solution to every human problem—neat, plausible, and wrong.”
“There is no explanation for love. But love is all that matters, isn't it?”