“Maybe I was in love, but I was still me, after all.”

“Maybe, in the final analysis, they saw me as something I wasn't and I tried to turn them into something they could never be. I loved them all but maybe I never understood any of them. I don't think they understood me.”

“Range after range of mountains.
Year after year after year.
I am still in love.”

“I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please don’t ask me who I am. A passionate fragmentary girl, maybe?”

“And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too.”

“To be loved because of one's merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt; maybe I did not please the person whom I want to love me, maybe this, or that - there is always a fear that love could disappear.”

“What's with all the running, anyway? I mean, I realize the importance of stamina and all that, but shouldn't I be moving on to something with a little hitting? They're still killing me in group practice.”
"Maybe you should hit harder.”

“I know you’ll never love me but maybe you’ll stay for awhile.”

“Do you love me?
What?
Do you?
I love you. I don't know if I trust you.
Maybe you shouldn't do either.
Maybe I'm the one who should decide!”

“Impossible to love
Is all that I know how to be
But in my heart
I keep repeating
You didn't mean to hate me I still love my enemy.”