I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books - used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.

tiny: but there is the word, this word phil wrayson taught me once: weltschmerz. it's the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be. i live in a big goddamned weltzschermz ocean, you know? and so do you.

You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.

Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.