To get something you must give something away. To hold something you must give something away. To love something you must give something away.

I've always known I was gay, but it wasn't confirmed until I was in kindergarten. It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

Ignorance is not bliss. Bliss is knowing the full meaning of what you have been given.

I try to convince myself that it's the alcohol talking. But alcohol can't talk. It just sits there. It can't even get itself out of the bottle.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.