“It’s easier to hide your smoking habit on a foggy day. Let that be a lesson for you and your secret lover.”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.~ Falsely yours”

“It's easier to hide in the dark...but easier to let go too.”

“There is something about someone trusting you enough with their secrets that it makes it easier to trust them. It’s like they’re opening their heart and in return yours should open up to them, too.”

“You live your day-to-day life hiding the essence of who you are; you don’t want to let someone into that life who won’t accept you for that same thing.”

“I thought your boyfriend died?" Nicky asked, and it was actually a good question, and I was somad that I wasn't even embarrassed to answer him."We were three," I choked out. "I had a night lover and a day lover,” I said, and it felt likepoetry, just to say it there in public in the middle of the quad, under the foggy sun. "And they lovedeach other like night loves the day. And then the night lover died, and the day lover and I were naked inthe sunshine, with only ourselves for cover.”