“This is what I want. I want people to take care of me. I want them to force comfort upon me. I want the soft-pillow feeling that I associate with memories of being ill when I was younger, soft pillows and fresh linens and satin-edged blankets and hot chocolate. It's not so much the comfort itself as knowing there's someone who wants to take care of you.”

“I know who I am and I like being me. As much as I care about David, I don't want to be with someone who doesn't accept the whole me. ”

“I flopped back onto my pillows. I wanted to begin loathing the new day in comfort.”

“I want to make you happy. I want to give you the wolrd. I want you to be proud of me. I want to comfort you. I want you to comfort me. I want to hold you when your scared. I want you to hold me when I'm scared. I want to make you laugh. I want to make you blush." Leaning in, he whispered, "I want to make you scream.”

“People are dying and my generation just does not care. Including me. But I want to care. I really want to. I want to care so bad.”

“I knew instantly that I wanted that type of love in my life. To have someone I could take care of in every sense and who would trust me to do so. No matter what I asked of them.”