We need each other. All of us. We cannot be alone.

The only thing that lasts is love, even when it's gone.

Sometimes we have to run away from ourselves in order to find ourselves.

Why does naming a thing give it so much power?

You're not in love. You're a wonderful flirt, though. You can put that on your resume.

What are your drawn to?"..."Language, Words, No, not teaching. Perhaps one day I'll write something.

Our parents don't know us... They can't know us. We hide ourselves from them. Once they knew everything about us and in order to escape them we keep out secrets, our private selves.

And Philippe won't speak English. She's sure he can - he's got that European je ne sais quoi that usually means "Oh, I speak six languages. And a little Japanese.

Perhaps you're not crazy, but you're very creative.

You know what he taught me? He taught me to feel more. He taught me to give myself over to feelings. And now that's all I have. I'm swamped by them. I can't breathe because I feel so damn much.