“Love is a very light thing. Love is so fragil and frail. You can not hold it in your hand or weigh it on a scale. Cigarette smoke, that's all it is, wispy and curling around. Oh, it takes a lot of love to make a pound.”
“The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.”
“Love is an excuse to put up with the shit that you shouldn't. That's how it gets you. It throws off the scales so that things that should weigh heavily don't seem to. It's a crock. A trap.”
“oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much”
“You sure are willing to go through a lot for cigarette smoking and hand holding, " I said. "You need to try and remember that.”
“There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.”