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“What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?”
― Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

“If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“Alaska finished her cigarette and flicked it into the river.
'Why do you smoke so damn fast?' I asked.
She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, 'Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska