We have bottled all the stars this evening, my young friend.

I know what happens a the end of falling-landing.

Pain is like fabric: The stronger it is, the more it’s worth.

As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.

For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

I don't see any point in nihilism... just as I suppose the nihilist sees no point in everything else.