And people in love are not to be trusted.

You couldn’t trust people to be tomorrow what they had been yesterday.

Truly unconditional love was suffocating, in that it took so little notice of who you actually were.

I fell in love with New York at some indeterminate point in my early years.

You're hung up on something that's never going to love you back.

And why love things you were destined to lose? Why let yourself feel things if the feelings were doomed to die?