“We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.”

“We should fall in love. Love each other enough to shit at the same time on the same toilet.”

“What is was, was that we complemented each other. We just fit in this way that made strangers ask us if we were sisters, even though her hair was blond and curly and mine was straight and dark. Even though her eyes were blue and mine were brown. Maybe it was the way we acted, or spoke, just moved. The way we would look at something and both have the same thought at the same moment, and turn to each other at the same time and start to say the same thing.”

“We always live at the time we live and not at some other time, and only by extracting at each present time the full meaning of each present experience are we prepared for doing the same thing in the future.”

“Is our blood not the same color? Do we not bleed the same or share each other's burdens? ... What makes you and I so different, Ayden?”

“People don't love each other in the same way.”