Feelings don’t follow rules. Guilt does. Fear does. But attraction? No way.

...none of us can stop listening. Because what is more transfixing than the sound of people hating you?In the darkest part of our hearts, we used to think that maybe they were right.We don't think that anymore.

We know: An almost certain way to die is to believe you are already dead.

Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

I want to say more, but don't know what the words are supposed to be. I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable night time conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no room in the air.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

And I find myself saying, “It wasn’t really about her.” And finding it’s true. What do you mean?” Norah asks. It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn’t about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.

But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

But we comforted ourselves with what we really meant to say, which was: "I don't normally feel this good about what I'm doing." Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.