"Why do others always say that two people of the same gender can’t love one another? he sighed. I don’t have a clue, replied the second boy, But what I do know is that I want you more than anything I’ve ever seen, tasted, held, or felt in this world, and that has to count for something. I love the way you bite your lips when you’re nervous, how you always hold your dinner plate with both hands, the curve of your back. I hate the smell of those nasty old cigarettes you always smoke; I despise the sound of your cough and the scratchy feel of the wollen sweaters you wear when you’re sick, but I’d never change a damn thing about you. You’re all I want; you’re all I need. And if that’s not love, then I don’t know what is." - Fragment 98

'Where do all the unsaid I love you’s in the world go? she inquired. And the second girl replied, Perhaps they float in someone’s bathtub on top of the water, struggling to stay afloat. Or maybe there’s even a special landfill in New York for them, a huge mountain of them, stacked millions and millions of miles high, so high that it towers above the moon. But wherever they are, they must die such lonely, painful deaths." - Fragment 97

"I wake up in the morning and can’t get out of bed. I eat cereal without milk and make promises that I can’t keep. On Saturdays I make snow angels outside by myself and weep at the emptiness they contain; on Mondays I listen to Justin Vernon over and over again until my head goes numb. I’m so lonely, so very lonely. I can only love myself. I’m a mess, she said. And the other girl replied, No. You’re a perfectly imperfect human being, and that’s why I love you." - Fragment 95

"How do I translate this pain into words? she cried. You can’t, he said. Some feelings just don’t have a language." - Fragment 94

"You know what I love about rain? she asked. No, what is it? he replied. Well, she responded, It can break windows yet caress someone’s face as softly as a lover’s hand." - Fragment 93