My Dad says that we're the meanest to the ones we love because we know they'll still love us.

All my life I've felt on the outside wherever I am - out of the picture, the conversation, at a distance, as though I were the only one able to hear the sounds or words that other's can't, and deaf to the words that they hear. As if I'm outside the frame, on the other side of a huge, invisible window.

I used to think things were the way they are for a reason, that there was some hidden meaning. I used to think that this meaning governed the way the world was. But it's an illusion to think that there are good and bad reasons. Grammar is a lie to make us think that what we say is connected by a logic that you'll find if you study it, a lie that gone on for centuries. Because I now know that life just lurches between stability and instability and doesn't obey any law.

Some secrets are like fossils and the stone has become too heavy to turn over.

But sometimes the night reveals the only truth that time passes and things will never be seen the same again.

If you consider that a single straight line can be drawn between any two points, one day I'm going to draw a line from him to me or me to him.

My Dad says that we're the meanest to the ones we love because we know they'll still love us.