“We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it.”

“It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.”

“We all become what we pretend to be.”

“We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.”

“I am no poet. I do not love words for the sake of words. I love words for what they can accomplish. Similarly, I am no arithmetician. Numbers that speak only of numbers are of little interest to me.”

“...unwise love is the truest love.”

“But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect.”