The light of morning decomposes everything.

While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.

Be fearless, be brave, be bold, love yourself

What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?

One listless day followed another, with nothing to distinguish one from the next. You could have changed the order and no one would have noticed.

Either I'm funny or the world's funny. I don't know which. The bottle and lid don't fit. It could be the bottle's fault or the lid's fault. In either case, there's no denying that the fit is bad.

Perhaps I'm just too painstaking a type of person, but I can't grasp much of anything without putting down my thoughts in writing.