“I didn’t know then what a crush was or what makes one so perilously alluring. It is our biology reminding us that emotion is postscript, not preface, to our baser desires.”

“Why does he feel the need to write one woman off because he has the superficial need for another's unique trait? We are the ultimate Russian Dolls. Keep twisting us open and - voila! Another. Then another. Some men just don't have the patience, or the skill, to discover what they're missing.”

“Julianna: We are only what others strive to see.”

“Welcome to the real world, Scott. The sweet things in life don’t seem so sweet when you have to roll up your sleeves and fix the greasy machines that make them, do they?”

“I’m minded what my grandmother used to say. The cruelest punishment of Hell is that you get to look up and see Heaven.”

“Well, I think we all started off as ash, astral ash; the Big Bang and all that. You and I - stardust. Maybe a little piece of me and a little piece of you were once companions on some great cosmic dust making its way to this rock.”

“It’s funny but true: you can much more easily bottle up an emotion when it’s hi-grade nuclear. You give awaythe little things, but with some small ingenuity, you can conceal some really fucked-up shit, especially in plainsight. If you can’t extract the elephant from the room, paint the walls grey. Just be mindful not to step oneither end of it after.”