“Well, it's simple to love someone," she said. "But it's hard to know when you need to say it out loud.”

“As ugly as the truth is, it's even uglier when someone says out loud what you've been thinking to yourself.”

“I know it's hard to not do well at something, and I know it's hard to need help.”

“It's easier to lie to yourself when you say things out loud.”

“My grandpa calls that the boom. He says it's different from love or lust; it's deeper. it's a feeling that hits you hard when you have a real connection with someone.”

“It seems to me like this. It's not a terrible thing - I mean, it may be terrible, but it's not damaging, it's not poisoning, to do something one wants. It's not bad to say: My work is not what I really want, I'm capable of doing something bigger. Or I'm a person who needs love, and I'm doing without it. What's terrible is to pretend that the second rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better, It would be very bad i I said, out of guilt or something: I loved Janet's father, when i know quite well I didn't. Or for your mother to say: I loved Richard. Or I'm doing work I love....”