Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
Writing [is] a form of prayer.
How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?
So then you’re free?’ ‘Yes, I’m free,’ said Karl, and nothing seemed more worthless than his freedom.
I, however, cannot force myself to use "meat drugs" to cheat on my loneliness.
If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you're okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don't let them go. People like that are hard to find.