For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?

Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.

I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

You're more than a story.

On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.