Non ci meritiamo la primavera, e non ci meritiamo nemmeno l'inverno. Esistono e basta.

You can hit. Not anybody in this world can really and truly stop you if hitting is how you want to be. But if you do, you’re risking all that love you could have. Because nobody, nobody, nobody is going to stand around all day for you to hit just hoping to give you love in return.

What aided the mind made the body suffer. They could choose mental health or physical health, but they could not have both.

I finally did sleep for a little while, only it was like the difference between Pringles and actual chips, like someone took sleep and then put it through a horrible industrial machine, made it into a paste, and re-formed it and baked it into a shape that was supposed to look like sleep but was not anything even close.

But sometimes when you are in a moment, it’s so close to your face, reality, it’s pressed up so close to you, that you just flinch, you react, and then your fate is decided, and all you have done was what you couldn’t help doing, and yet your fate is decided. You’ve done something that can’t be taken back.

How could it be that I wanted those scary narrow streets and books and coffee shops for her so much more than she wanted them for herself?

It wasn't that Lorrie Ann was becoming a Goody Two-shoes. It wasn't that she wanted to be perfect or loved or approved of. No. She wanted something much more dangerous. She wanted meaning. And she thought it could be gotten by following the rules.

What had been so funny? But you can never remember what you were laughing about, and even if you could, it seems doubtful that it would still be funny.

Whatever it is that hurts you, don't talk to anyone about it.

Sure, and fatherhood is super important too. I'm not trying to make this a women-only club by any means. Just that even men rarely view their role in child rearing as the most important thing they do, when in fact it is clearly the most important thing that anybody does.