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“I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me whole.”

“When it comes to their love lives, some people do not really have high standards; they merely have low sex drive.”

“Some people would regard people who look like they do as ugly if they did not look like them.”

“I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.”

“Դոկտոր Շտրաուսն ասում է, որ լավ է որ գրումեմ իմձ հետ եղած ամեն ինչի մասին բայց պիտի ավելի շատ պատմեմ թե ինչեմ զգում ուինչեմ մտածում: երբ ասացի որ չգիտեմ ոնց են մտածում ինքը ասաց ոչինչ փորցիր: երբ վիրակապերը աչքերիս վրա էին ես անընդհատ փորցում էի մտածել: ոչ մի բան չստացվեց: ես չգիտեմ, թե ինչ մասին մտածեմ:երևի եթե իրեն հարցնեմ ինքը կասի թե ոնց մտածեմ:հիմա պիտի որ արդեն կամաց կամաց սկսեմ խելացի դառնալ:հետաքրքիր է ինչ են մտածում խելացի մարդիկ:ինձ թվում է շատ սիրուն բաներ: ես էլ կուզենայի սիրուն բաներ իմանալ:”

“In the interests of friendship, I hope you’ll forgive me what I’m about to do.” “Forgive you wha—” My sentence was cut off as he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply. ... “Ready to make a scene?” He raised an eyebrow. “Do I have a choice?” “Not really. To quote something someone said to me recently, in the interests of friendship, I hope you’ll forgive what I’m about to do.” I drew back my hand and slapped him across the face. The smack of flesh striking flesh echoed through the hall. Conversations stopped as people whipped around to stare at us. Raising my voice to something just below a shout, I snarled, “You asshole!”

“Do the lovers know that when they whisper these poems they are commemorating our love? Do they ever think of you and me or only of themselves? Do they know that I once found a strand of your hair and wore it around my neck like a necklace? That I kiss your hands more than I kiss your lips? Do they realise that our love and their love are drops in the universe’s ocean of love and that without any of these drops, the ocean would be less?”

“Lovers dream of one more embrace. One more kiss. One act of love, no matter how small. For in loving, lover and beloved emptied themselves. Now, they look for their oasis like men engulfed in flames. Even filled to the brim, they will never satiate. For they continue to leak, these cracked vessels. How else did love seep through?”