More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.

For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.

Survival feels like cowardice.

He is not the same person as when wemet, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.

What you said about the sweetest pain? That fits us.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much aspersonal choice.

This guilt is a joke, and it’s exhausting to watch you martyr yourself.

It is possible to cause seemingly biochemical changes through human emotional involvement. You literally have changed his chemistry by being his friend.

Being honest may not get you a lot of friends it’ll get you the right ones

Celibacy sucks, no pun intended.

The cheaper the crook, the gaudier the patter.

You can learn what you want to learn through hard work. And a good employer will teach you what you want to learn as long as you show the right attitude and behaviors.

The idea that global warming is the most important problem facing the world is total nonsense and is doing a lot of harm.

Sometimes you don't choose the material; the material chooses you.

I tell you, with complex numbers you can do anything.

Unintelligible language is a lantern without a light.

Whenever people eat or drink together, it's communion.