Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.

If we make anything that lasts, it outlives us.

I would rather have regrets of excess than regrets of denial.

In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you understood them, they couldn't change half way through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie.

He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil. Psychosis: out of touch with reality. Since then, I have been trying to find out what reality is, so that I can touch it.

I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands.

…only a poet could frame a language that could frame a world.