“Your body captured my attention, but it was your soul that held my gaze.”

“One particularly harmful idea carried by our cultural narrative is that you need to find someone who will love you. Imagine if we believed this about any other basic need: food, water, oxygen. If you needed another person to provide you with those, you’d be considered dependent—if not disabled. Yet we so willingly put ourselves in this state with love.”

“Forbidden things— my God, I’m drawn to them like a moth to a flame.”

“How can a man whose eyes are so close together be trusted?”

“He watered my soul with love and attention, respect and adoration. He nourished my mind with intellectual stimulation.”

“Broken hearts make beautiful wings.”

“Trevor, make sure your woman is the woman in your life. Don’t be one of those men who makes his wife compete with his mother. A man with a wife cannot be beholden to his mother.”

“I made him the hero in my story and the center of my life.”

“They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So, I did, I listened closely to the timbre of my heart and it always brought me back to you.”

“Your relationship with yourself is and always will be directly reflected in all your relationships with others.”

“Substance abuse is a very real trap. Drugs and alcohol are very much like an abusive lover who treats you well at first and then beats you up, apologizes, gives you nice treatment for a while, and then beats you up again. The trap is in trying to hang in there for the good while trying to overlook the bad. Wrong. This can never work.”

“You’re still in it. You’ll always be in it. No, not literally. But in your heart. Nothing ever ends, not if it’s gone that deep. You’ll always be walking wounded. That’s the only choice, after a while. Walking wounded, or dead. Don’t you agree?”

“When you come to live with a woman, you will soon cease to see anything of what made you love her; though it is true that the two sundered elements can be reunited by jealousy.”

“Authenticity comes from being true to the moment, in the moment.”

“All mature adults must accept that they are essentially unknowable–and that they will never know the one they love. Even when we kiss there is distance; it is a distance that cannot be bridged by romantic love and must be respected if a relationship is to succeed. The real metric by which we can gauge the authenticity of love is not how close we want to be, how merged and intermingled, but how far we can stand apart and still be together.”