"You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness."
"Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt."
"You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you."
"She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest."
"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."