“Some days, it seems to me like the purpose of life is to convert energy into beauty. And I know that’s not true. I know that is not rationally true. But, some days, it’s okay for things not to be rationally true.”
“Love can only be found through the act of loving.”
“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”
“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
“Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for.”
