“The more you know, the more you realise how much you don’t know — the less you know, the more you think you know.”

“The more you know, the more you know you don't know and the more you know that you don't know.”

“I realise now... the less you know, the more likely you are to kill yourself by accident. And the more you know, the more likely you are to kill yourself on purpose.”

“Did you know that you deserve much, much more than a guy like Javier?” I asked. “Did you know that even if I did know I deserve more than that, it still haunts me that I can’t at least have it?”

“You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.”

“You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your lifeand suddenly there are so many more.”

“I used to think that when I got older, the world would make so much more sense. But you know what? The older I get, the more confusing it is to me. The more complicated it is. Harder. You’d think we’d be getting better at it. But there’s just more and more chaos. The pieces—they’re everywhere. And nobody knows what to do about it. I find myself grasping, Nick. You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it’s right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible? I want to believe in that.”