I was diamond on the outside, and I would not break.Inside, though, I was already broken.

I wasn't going to kill myself, but I wasn't going to stop dumb luck from taking me out either.

That's the problem with memories: you can visit them but you can't live with them.

I know we’ve never properly met, so you’ve got no reason to believe me, but I think you’re wrong about love. Love isn’t war. Life is the war; love is a truce you find in the middle of all that violence. And I bet there’s someone out there who loves you, even if you don’t know them yet.