We are told not to privilege one story above another. All the stories must be told. Well, maybe that's true, maybe all stories are worth hearing, but not all stories are worth telling.

We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.

By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's.

I wanted to cause trouble, but I know now it stays with you.

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?

It's not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between.