The world is full of unused corners.

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.

Intention is one of the most powerful forces there is. What you mean when you do a thing will always determine the outcome. The law creates the world.

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

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

That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.

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