“you are not the storythey keep telling about youover and over again.you are not even the storyyou keep telling yourself.there are no linesthat can hold you.there are not enough wordsfor all the mor...”

“the opening,the breaking,the falling apartis always so quick.the hurting,the healing,the putting back togetheris always too long.”

“i can't hold onto love.i'm not gentle enough.i always end upcrushing the thingin between my fingertips.”

“everything i know about loveis that it hurtsand is almost always never returnedthe way you want it to.but i have hopebecause i do not know everything.”

“i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.”

“i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.”

“Although I was able to maintain a pleasant expression, I was mentally throwing up in her face.”

“You dont want a cheap Strat. Everybody has it. What you want is a rare model. The one thats very hard to get. And only a guitar youve put a lot of effort into buying would end up being the most imp...”

“Incredible how quickly a world can change. How my entire person, our friendship, can be reduced to nothing, with just one confession.”

“One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.”

“Everybody has a home team: Its the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. Its the people who, near or far, know everything thats wrong with you and love you an...”

“The more you condemn yourself for thinking or feeling a certain way, the more you feel stuck within your own body and mind.. What if you went the other way and embraced it so totally that it was as...”

“Of course it would be hard. But I remembered what my nurseryman grandfather used to say when I didnt want to go to school: half the work in the world was done by people who didnt feel so good today.”

“I've never minded it," he went on. "Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.”

“There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison”