What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

Our responsibility begins with our imagination.

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

You know what it’s like when you’re trying to fall asleep and it only makes you more wide awake?

I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season

Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me.

I don't know a whole lot about symbolism. There seems to me to be a potential danger in symbolism. I feel more comfortable with metaphors and similes.