“Everybody starts out as strangers.”

“Why does everybody have to be with somebody? It’s a stupid delusion and a really pathetic way of thinking.”

“I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.”

“Well, everybody needs help feeling alive again every once in a while.” “No,” she says seriously, and my gaze falls back on hers, “I didn’t say again, Andrew; for making me feel alive for the first time.”

“let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it…starts to make things darker.”

“And when someone grows up knowing so little of what real love feels like, whether from family, or friends, or the love of a companion, that person starts to believe that they weren’t meant to be loved, that good things will never happen to them. They start to believe that whenever something good does happen, it’s inevitable that something bad will come along to replace it.”

“The moment you tell someone else is the moment you become a whiner and the world’s smallest violin starts to play. The truth is, we all have problems.”