It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are.

the only perfect people are dead people, because their the only ones who can't make mistakes!

For some of us love comes into the room, kicks her shoes off, finds the most comfortable sofa, and lies down, rests, has no intention of going anywhere. For others love walks in smoking a cigarette, checking her watch every two seconds, jittery, with one hand on the doorknob, heart rate up, always in sprinter’s position, ready to run.

People know your tragedies and they treat you like you’re not human. Like you’re a three-headed goat. A monster from some other planet. They keep reminding you of your pain. You see how they look at me? They’re stuck on that person I used to be. They can’t see that old life as just a moment in time that I’ve moved on from. It was a horrible life.

I want those young whipper-snappers to know that in days past we actually used to kill trees and make those things called books.

safety and love are both illusions!

changing horses doesn't mean the ride'll get any better!