'I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.'
'I loved you harder than the storms in the south, and softer than the snow in the north. But I, I am not soft. I am skinned knees and bloodshot eyes. And it’s people like me whose bones crumble under love’s touch.'
'She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.'
— Matthew Quick, Silver Linings Playbook