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.

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.

I do know that I fell in love with the moment of falling in love and I wanted to keep that moment alive forever, at the expense of all those moments to follow.

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

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