Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.

We are all museums of fear.

Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.

There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.