If “I love you” is like a promise, it's just a promise to, like, try really hard. Doesn't mean that you can't fail.
—This world is absolutely lousy with people, and I hate them all. I hate everyone but you.
—Yeah, I hate everyone else, too.
—Gretchen, extraordinary, confounding Gretchen, she who emits more energy than a dying galaxy, despite not washing her legs. Together we transcend the mundanity down there. Separate, it will eventually consume us and turn us as mundane as them. And to allow that to happen simply because we were scared would be a criminal act.