I would have gone to the ends of the earth for [him]. Like soldiers who head to the trenches, stupefied by anisette, which is what love must taste like when there’s too much of it. If I had to pick just one of the borders we crossed, it would be his skin.

Those who see others as monsters don’t notice that those monsters are looking back at them in turn.

I want to be okay for not being okay about things.

I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.

Don't let the concept of change scare you as much as the prospect of remaining unhappy.

Hypothermia

Insects