That's what I love about fire, how it would kill me as quick as anybody else. How it can't know I'm its mother. It's so beautiful and powerful and beyond feeling anything for anybody, that's what I love about fire.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?

Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.

Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.

Tell the world what scares you most. Save the world with some advice from the future.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.