I'm so busy trying to breathe through the pain that I'm breathing through the pain of being with people, and that is no way to spend a life. Eventually, they'll just go away, because you will make them sad. That's something I've proven quite adept at doing over the years.

You don't understand what makes you understand what makes your life better until you take something that makes it so much worse and you embrace that.

I think I'd been limiting myself in some ways just writing in first person all the time.

I can remember being eight years old and having infinite possibilities. But life ends up being so much less that we thought it would be when we were kids, with relationships that are so empty and stupid and brutal. If you don't find a way to break the chain and change in some way, then you wind up, as the rhyme goes: a murder of one, for sorrow.

If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame.

I think that, often, the people who can make you happy are right there, and having them in your life would make your life better, but you can't see how to do it.

Bravery is what you can do in the face of things that hurt and scare you, but you do it anyway.