Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness

That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.