you're not a bad person because you want to be yourself.

We could all be lucky. We could all be what we want to be, instead of who someone else told us to be.

It does'nt matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.

And I think, not for the first time, that what is immoral is not always wrong.

There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on. That's why, when someone chooses to let go, it's so dramatically visible. The body will seem almost transparent. The eys will be looking at something the rest of us can't see.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.