“This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.”

“We pull our boots on with both hands but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get...”

“I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.”

“You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist,...”

“Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.”

“(...) Love, for you is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying.”