“We'd both been pushing at the walls of our secret world, pushing at each other. We'd give each other everything we could.”

“But we'd had only so many nights together, and the notebook had only so many pages, and that world was never going to get any bigger. The truth was that I couldn't have kept her even if she'd lived. At the end, we'd both been pushing at the walls of our secret world, pushing at each other. We'd given each other everything we could. It wasn't enough for either of us anymore.”

“We'd die here, old together, safe with each other's secrets. We were each other's juvenilia”

“A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it.”

“After all we'd been through, we still couldn't take our heads from out of our asses or our hands from around each other's throats.”

“...and the night was comfortably warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.”