I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.

It's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write.

It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.