As I've grown older, I've grown more convinced there's nothing that shouldn't be talked about. If we think we're protecting each other, we're not.
I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.
What if I never stop inventing?
There is nothing wrong with compromising. Even if you compromise almost everything.
I am willing to be annoying if that's what was necessary.
I wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself.
[...]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.
I was more alone than if I had been alone.
Memories are small prayers to God, if we believed in that sort of thing.
If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.
If it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it.
If god exists, he is not to be believed in.
What were we spending so much time doing if not getting to know each other?
If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?