THE HISTORY OF LOVE

there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

There are passages of my book I know by heart.

It's strange what the mind can do when the heart is giving the directions

I can say that the thing that struck me most about life is the capacity for change.

There are so many ways to be alive, but only one way to be dead.

I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love, both sides were heads: I knew I couldn't lose.

Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if it is dying it will return to life, what with a little sun and the usual encouragement.

So this is how they send the angel. With the name of the girl you always loved

What the eyes don't see the heart doesn't feel,

the next thing that happened was we kissed each other, and I found I knew how, and I felt happy and sad in equal parts, because I knew that I was falling in love, but it wasn't with him.