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This I think, is what it is to dream, and I finally understand why mom could never give it up, why my authors can’t give it up, and I’m happy for them because this wanting it feels good, like a bruise you need to press on, a reminder that there are things in life so valuable that you must risk the pain of loosing them for the joy of briefly having them.

There are full series I love whose last chapter I never read, I hate the feeling of something ending.

Just because not everyone gets you doesn’t mean you’re wrong.

Life in NY was like being in a giant bookstore, all these trillions of paths and possibilities drawing dreamers into the city’s beating heart saying I make no promises but I offer many doors.

When you’re given an opportunity to change your life, be ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen. The world doesn’t give things, you take things.

The sun is out, fighting for warmth, but the shade still belongs to winter.

The desire to help our kids is hardwired into us.

You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you became a person, and why.

Spirals grow Infinitely small the farther you follow them inward, but they also grow infinitely large the farther you follow them out.

To be alive is to be missing.

You serve whatever you worship.

Sometimes you think you’re spending money, but all along the money’s spending you.

In the fear and excitement of being in front of each other in that grainy silver light, it felt like I wasn’t really in my bed and he wasn’t really in his. Instead, we were together in the non-sensorial place, almost like we were inside the other’s consciousness, a closeness that real life with its real bodies could never match. 192

As I looked at his face looking at mine, I realized the light that made him visible to me came mostly from a cycle: our screens were lighting each of us with light from the others bedroom. I could only see him because he could see me.

What I love about science is that as you learn, you don’t really get answers. You just get better questions.

Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum. “I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am.”

If you can’t pick what you do or think about, then maybe you aren’t really real, you know? Maybe I’m just a lie that I’m whispering to myself.

Everyone always celebrates the easy attractiveness of green or blue eyes, but there was a depth to Davis’s brown eyes that you just don’t get from lighter colors, and the way he looked at me made me feel like there was something worthwhile in the brown of my eyes, too.

It felt like I was watching the whole thing from somewhere else, like I was watching a movie about my life instead of living it.

We’re such a language-based creatures that to some extent we cannot know what we cannot name.

One of the challenges with pain—physical or psychic—is that we can really only approach it through metaphor. It can’t be represented the way a table or a body can. In some ways, pain is the opposite of language.

I wanted to tell her that I was getting better, because that was supposed to be the narrative of illness: It was a hurdle you jumped over, or a battle you won. Illness is a story told in the past tense.

The thing is when you lose someone, you realize you’ll eventually lose everyone.

Me: You’re not your money.
Him: Then what am I?
Me: I is the hardest word to define.
Him: Maybe you are what you can’t not be.

What’s the difference between who you are and what you have? Maybe nothing.

True terror isn’t being scared, it’s not having a choice in the matter.

Davis and I never talked much, or even looked at each other, but it didn’t matter, because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe more intimate than eye contact anyway. Anybody can look at you. It’s quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.

Your life is a story told about you, not one that you tell.

How will you face them, knowing what you did to escape this place?
-I’m only what Blackheath has made me.
No, Blackheath’s what we made it, our decisions led us here, Daniel. If this is hell, then it’s one of our making.