I don't want to be in the bottom quartile, but I don't want to be in the top quartile either. I want to be in the second quartile.
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.