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.

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.

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

All great acts are ruled by intention. What you mean is what you get.

The world is full of unused corners.