“What happened to romance? sappy soppy longhand love letters.”

“It's easier to fake it. When you fake it for sixteen years, it becomes part of you, something you don't think about.”

“I can't go on like this”

“Of course, maybe I'd end up like one of those crazy old people with, like, sixty cats. And one day, the neighbors would complain about the smell, and it would turn out I'd died and the cats had eat...”

“Everyone can use a little beauty.”

“I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.”

“As relationships wane, let the love remain.”

“The heart was made to be broken.”

“He does something to me, that boy. Every time. Its his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”

“Was it hard?" I ask.Letting go?"Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.”