“I wanted him like I wanted air to breathe. Not a choice- a necessity.”

“He looks sleepy and obscene; I want to slap him and wrap my arms and legs around him and breathe his air…- Sparrow”

“I wanted to own the air around him. I wanted to subsist on it.”

“I'm a fiction writer not by choice, but by necessity. It's the only way I can say what I want without having to admit it's the truth.”

“I love you, Dominique. As selfishly as the fact that I exist. As selfishly as my lungs breathe air. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival. I've given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need. This is the only way I can want you to love me.”

“It doesn't change that I still want him, I still want to be with him, I still feel like the fucking air has been sucked out of the room when he walks in and I still think about him all the time.”