Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind

I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.

Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.

being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions

Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.

I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.

Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.