Invisibility

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.

Just as a fever makes cold feel colder, love can make loneliness feel lonelier.

Easy things are worthless... It’s the hard things that matter. Those are the things worth leaping for...If we don’t fight other people’s curses, what are we left with? Just a swift fall to the earth, and where’s the meaning in that?

I saw his scars - the visible ones-and saw how breaking him had not made him any less beautiful. If anything, he stood stronger, because he'd survived.

When no one can see who you are, no one really knows you. The loneliness must be like an ulcer that’s always gnawing at your gut.

That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.

Fear is beside the point when you're faced with the thing you fear.

New Yorkers love the bigness -- the skyscrapers, the freedom, the lights. But they also love it when they can carve out some smallness for themselves. When the guy at the corner store knows which newspaper you want. When the barista has your order ready before you open your mouth. When you start to recognize the people in your orbit, and you know that, say, if you're waiting for the subway at eight fifteen on the dot, odds are the redhead with the red umbrella is going to be there too.

Some people are given relatively fair lives. But others-they carry the burden of the unfairness of the world.

I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.

I am worried we've run out of words, and am hoping she is just saving them for later.

We are surrounded by so many books, so many words, so many thoughts... and not a single one can help us. I think, What's the point of all magic, if no one really knows how to use it? But I guess the same could be said about life.

News flash," he says. "I'm gay, not a witch. Gay and witch is Dumbedore, and last time I checked, he was still just a guy in a book.

Each of us has our own unit of measurement, our own relativity. Spaces between loves. Spaces between destinations. Spaces between deaths.

All secrets lead back to the big secret. To give one thing away means to give everything away.

The older you get, the wiser you are - this is true. But you also question what use this wisdom is.y

I assume this kid is “normal” sixteen, like all the rest of them, whereas I’m “life can, and probably will, totally screw you” sixteen.

It's okay," I say-perhaps the biggest lie of all. But it's one of those things you do. You say something like "It's okay" not because it is, in fact, okay, but because you're hoping these words will somehow make it okay. Even though they never, ever do.

Maybe it's better this way-that we keep our darknesses close, hidden in our minds, protected by our hearts.

All couples get nostalgic about the start of their story.

Easy things are worthless," Laurie says. and I realzie he's talking to both Sean and me. "It's the hard things that matter. Those are the things worth leaping for.

All you really need to do is let the comic book geeks know and the rest of the world will follow.

Every fight for survival is really a fight to return to the inconsequential concerns of the mundane.

We are the time. We are the breathing. We are the air.

Easy things are worthless," Laurie says, and I realize he's talking to both Sean and me. "It's the hard things that matter. Those are the things worth leaping for." "LIke Aquaman?" Seam asks, a little confused. "Like Aquaman. Or the Wolfman, if you're into that. Or the Invisible Boy. If we don't fight other people's curses. what are we left with? Just a swift fall to the earth, and where's the meaning in that?

Be honest and don't pretend you're not falling truly, madly, and deeply for this guy. Denial will get you in trouble.

The assumption of the word reunion is that, once you're together again, you are united. Two as one. Pulling close to someone is only a temporary symbol. It's the way you breathe with each other that's the telltale sign.

The lies we tell ourselves are the worst ones.

I want to keep saying hello. Because it all feels like hello.