echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.

Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.

she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.