If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you

It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors and wizards and angels and high elves and that was our reality. If someone said, Isn’t it cute, look at them playing, we would have smiled back, humoring them, but it wasn’t playing. It was transformation. It was our own world. Our own rules.

Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.

If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you.

I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.

My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.

We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters