“He’s so powerful. Who knows maybe he’s advanced past eating”

“He’s kissing me like the world is rolling right off a cliff, like he’s trying to hang on and he’s decided to hold on to me, like he’s starving for life and love and he’s never known it could ever feel this good to be close to someone. Like it’s the first time he’s ever felt anything but hunger and he doesn’t know how to pace himself, doesn’t know how to eat in small bites, doesn’t know how to do anything anything anything in moderation.”

“think of him risking everything each time he slips one napkin into his pocket. All these years he’s been so careful, but now he’s willing to take a chance. Because he’s found someone who wants to know. Someone he wants to tell.”

“It’s like he has this power over me—like I have an eating disorder and he’s a package of Oreo Double Stuff cookies.”

“Maybe he’s got a nicotine crave on. That must really suck: being a zombie who can’t get a smoke”

“Don’t know where he’s going but sees where he’s been.”