I wanted it in the way you sometimes want to jump into very cold water, even though you know it won't feel good. I wanted to go numb. To see what it felt like to be someone else.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how dark the world gets. You can be saved by the smallest thing.

From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.

The world is full of unused corners.

The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.

It's strange, but seeing something broken is somehow worse when you can tell that it used to be beautiful.

I fell headfirst into a sinkhole of pretty things, and the world inside your eyelids is just as big as the one outside.