“She asks me how my heart is,and I say, 'beating.'That's never the answer you want, and I am sorry about that.”

“Like you're taking the universe by thethroat and saying, look, I know Ican never be as big as you, but yousure as hell can't stop me from trying.Like taking the sadness and wringingit out and sayin...”

“The lonely? Where's that from?Sadness' best friend. Sadness broughtit along and I couldn't turn it away, soI let it multiply in my pulse instead.”

“And the stretch-across-your-entire-face smile?From the people around me. Despite thelonely, despite the sadness, despite the angertheir smiles make the hearts Aphrodite leftbehind beat faster / lou...”

“Your own hands falling out to catch youbefore you hit the ground. All the waysyou save yourself even when youdon't want to.Love is the way your body fights tokeep you alive.Day after day after day.”

“I'm sorry that when you say 'love', I always hear'heartbreak'.”

“How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.”

“Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.”

“What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.”