“why won't they leave mealone?don't they realize Ihave atinder heartand apaper bodyand thatany sparkwill turn mestraight to ash?”

“libidinous, adj.I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't ever realize you're on the floor.”

“I leave her in the bed. I put on my clothes, pick up my keys, and close the door behind me. I turn back. I keep turning back to see her. Even when there are walls between us. I keep turning back. I keep turning in her direction.”

“You make it a production. Slam doors. Knock things over. Scream. But I just leave. Even if I'm still standing there, I leave. I am refusing you. I am denying you. I am an adjective that is quickly turning into a noun.”

“I guess I don't believe these things can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.”

“I find my greatest strength in wanting to be strong. I find my greatest bravery in deciding to be brave. I don't know if I've ever realized it before,[...] I think we both realize it now. If there's no feeling of fear, then there's no need for courage.”

“I know I should just leave. Just go. Because there's a point where a mistake turns into a big mistake, and I should probably come to my senses before I get there.”