Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.

I do not say goodbye. I believe that's one of the bullshitiest words ever invented. It's not like you're given the choice to say bad-bye, or awful-bye, or couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye. Everytime you leave, it's supposed to be a good one.

I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

I left the only way you can leave. You pull your life off all at once - like a Band-Aid.

I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?