Desiree. It’s like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning... Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.

It’s taken me years of practice to learn how to act natural.

People can numb themselves, get used to anything.

Candle is an X-ray, it’s a matter of wavelength.

I learned to pick up each piece, one at a time, from my pile of potential matches and try to fit it from any angle into the socket, then discard it and move on. Each failure is meaningless. It’s not me, it’s the pieces, and I have to, absolutely must, try each and every piece every possible way until I find one that fits. They aren’t failures, they’re steps, small bits of progress.

If I made you from nothing, then maybe I am God, and because I want More, maybe I’m the Devil.

Everything in the universe is everything else. A man is a killer is a saint is a monkey is a cockroach is a goldfish is a whale, and the Devil is just the angel who asked for More.

When you’re in love, your brain secretes endorphins into your blood. Organic morphine leaks out of a gland in your skull, feels like a low-grade opium rush. Some people confuse the two, the head rush and the love. You think you’re in love with a person, but you’re in love with a syringe.

A person’s life story is equal to what they have plus what they want most in the world, minus what they’re actually willing to sacrifice for it.

The time flies. The time flies feed on rotting clocks.