. . .the particular way he had of structuring his paragraphs, beginning and ending each with a joke that wasn't really a joke, but an insult cloaked in a silken cape.

He experienced the singular pleasure of watching people he loved fall in love with other people he loved.

What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.

. . . breathing slowly and rubbing his palm against his chest as if to soothe his heart.

There was something scary and anxiety-inducing about being in a space where nothing seemed to be forbidden to him, where everything was offered to him and nothing was asked in return

This isn't fair, he would think in those moments. This isn't friendship. It's something, but it's not friendship. He felt he had been hustled into a game of complicity, one he never intended to play.

And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.

He will be someone who is defined, first and always, by what he is missing.

My phone rang, and although it wasn't a sinister time of night, and although nothing had happened that I would later see as foreshadowing, I knew, I knew.

It's a good story, ' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.''Please, ' I said.And then he did.

He had never done it before, and so he had no real understanding of how slow, and sad, and difficult it was to end a friendship.

I think the reward of you is worth the risk.

I write to express and I shop to destress

Antibiotics, viral tabs, painkillers, sterilisation spray, ” Kasyanov said. “Other stuff. Bandages, medicines, contraceptives.Hoop raised an eyebrow.“Hey. Forever is a long time.

Poetry confronts in the most clear-eyed way just those emotions which consciousness wishes to slide by.

If you don't know the purpose of something, all you can do is misuse it.

everything you experience is what constitutes you as a human being, but the experience passes away and the person's left. The person is the residue.

Less than fifteen per cent of the people do any original thinking on any subject. The greatest torture in the world for most people is to think.

Sincerity is the way to heaven; to think how to be sincere is the way of man.

I have to be careful what I ask for in life, cause I always seem to get it! The good thing is, Ive got a purpose now, whereas before my purpose was to go out and party.

Often try what weight you can support, And what your shoulders are too weak to bear.