I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

With insomnia, you're never really awake; but you're never really asleep.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.

No, Miss Wright didn't want to meet her kid. To her, that relationship was just as important, just as ideal and impossible as it would be to the child. She'd expect that young man to be perfect, smart, and talented, everything to compensate for all the mistakes that she'd made. The whole wasted, unhappy mess of her life.

Don't write about your most emotionally charged moment as a learning thing.

Art never comes from happiness.