That sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt. That you will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do. That there is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness. That it is possible to fall asleep during an anxiety attack. That concentrating on anything is very hard work.

People, unless they're paying attention, tend to confuse fanciness with intelligence or authority.

The integrity of my sleep has been forever compromised, sir.

I love the way you love, but I hate the way I'm supposed to love you back.

This diagnosis can be done in about two lines. It doesn't engage anybody.

The point of books is to combat loneliness.

I'd tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear