“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”

“You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.”

“I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.”