I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don’t have to do them all at once.

You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.

I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.