Hearts are breakable Isabelle said. And I think even when you heal youre never what you were before.

Just because youre beautiful and perfect its made you conceited.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes its just another way to bleed.

Youre in a car with a beautiful boy and he wont tell you that he loves you but he loves you. And you feel like youve done something terrible like robbed a liquor store or swallowed pills or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt and youre tired. Youre in a car with a beautiful boy and youre trying not to tell him that you love him and youre trying to choke down the feeling and youre trembling but he reaches over and he touches you like a prayer for which no words exist and you feel your heart taking root in your body like youve discovered something you didnt even have a name for.

Love n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage.

The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote

Afterward I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon you dont have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

My mother... she is beautiful softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation a desire that extends to an infinite number of women but in the desire for shared sleep a desire limited to one woman.

It was many and many a year agoIn a kingdom by the seaThat a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEEAnd this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a childIn this kingdom by the seaBut we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel LeeWith a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.And this was the reason that long agoIn this kingdom by the seaA wind blew out of a cloud chillingMy beautiful Annabel LeeSo that her highborn kinsman cameAnd bore her away from meTo shut her up in a sepulchreIn this kingdom by the sea.The angels not half so happy in heavenWent envying her and me-Yes- that was the reason as all men knowIn this kingdom by the seaThat the wind came out of the cloud by nightChilling and killing my Annabel Lee.But our love it was stronger by far than the loveOf those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in heaven aboveNor the demons down under the seaCan ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel LeeAnd the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel LeeAnd so all the night-tide I lie down by the sideOf my darling- my darling- my life and my brideIn the sepulchre there by the seaIn her tomb by the sounding sea.