"I'm sick of being young. Inexperienced.
Clever at knowing but not at living."

"I felt it terribly strongly today. That my being alive and changing and having a seperate mind and having moods and all that was becoming a nuisance"

"Oh I could learn and learn and learn and learn. I could cry, I want to learn so much"

"I've grown up among people who've always tried to hide passion. He was raw. Naked. Trembling with rage."

She didn’t know, because I knew she didn’t feel the same way and i was scared she would try to, so I hid it away and encouraged myself to deny it, like a sickly feeling in your gut that you try to pretend isn’t the beginning of food poisoning

She seemed to have so much to her that I felt sad I might never know.

He said they hadn’t understood him because he wasn’t quite the same, and it had taken him until now to know that that was their fault, not his.

I was spilling out around myself and making people uncomfortable, and to realise it made my face feel hot and red.

It was the beginning of an ending. Inside, it was warm.

" Is the night a failure because it will end in an hour?Is the sun a failure because it's going to end in a billion years? No, it's the fucking sun. Why does a marriage not count"

His brain sits before it's cash register again, charging him for old shame as if he has not paid before

"So many people will do. But once you've actually been in love, you can't live with "will do"; it's worse than living eith yourself"

But: how to live alone and yet not be alone?

Don't little children, awake one morning and told, "Now you're five!" - don't they wail at the universe's decent into chaos?