I came to the conclusion a while ago that there is nothing
romantic or supernatural about loving someone: Love is the privilege
of being responsible for another.

“All pain deserves to be felt”

“But I couldn't see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition …”

“That's why I said tomorrow, I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to…”

“(a) It shouldn't've even been a question whether I wanted to kiss him, and (b) …”