“But love was strange. It distorted your perspective and played havoc with your logic.”

“People need routines. It's like a theme in music. But it also restricts your thoughts and actions and limits your freedom. It structures your priorities and in some cases distorts your logic.”

“That mush plays havoc downstairs, you know?”

“There was no time to weigh chances. There was no such thing as chances anyway, in the distorted perspective of the weed fumes.”

“So begins the exhausting analysis of the cavalcade of unknowable smiles and cryptic sentences uttered by someone your newly interested in. When everything boils down to a succession of enigmatic moments. Moments played and replayed from the perspective you attribute to your lover-to-be, but that are actually from the part of you that's sure you're far too flawed to be loved.”

“It was a distorted form of inverse logic: If hopes never come true, then hope for what you don't want.”