The pain has left but I know that it has not gone far, that it is sulking somewhere in a corner or under the bed and it will jump out when I least expect it.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

Sometimes a thing is—too much—and it has to be isolated and put away." Martin shrugged. "So what's in the boxes is—emotion. In the form of objects."-Her Fearful Symmetry

I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and sound and time and feeling are thick and dense.

It's funny how we like labels. If I ever have a bookstore, I'm not going to put any labels on the sections.

‎I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.