“Something about first love defies duplication. Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten. After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied. When it ends, no amount of scrubbing will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images, but sooner or later, you find that there’s space for someone else, between the words and in the margins.”

“Staring at the blank page before youopen up the dirty windowlet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.Today is where your book begins,the rest is still unwritten....”

“What happens when someone breaks your heart? When someone breaks your heart, first you are shocked. Someone will say you are heartbroken and you examine the words break and heart and heartbroken and you immediately decide that it's inaccurate. You feel pain in the region of your heart and you think it's your heart breaking but one's heart doesn't really break, something else does - faith. You stop believing.”

“Truth lives in the spaces between words. It defies translation.”

“I find it easy to spot a depressive. The illness is scrawled across them like graffiti.”

“Her silence was the blank space between the words.”