You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they weren 't. They were bad at it. Their trying so hard only made it worse.

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.

We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti