I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering.

The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.

He liked the idea of coffee quite a lot—a warm drink that gave you energy and had been for centuries associated with sophisticates and intellectuals. But coffee itself tasted to him like caffeinated stomach bile.

i know he's been looking forward to this--and i know that i've been looking forward to this. but now i have to stop looking forward and start looking at where i am. it's hard.

There's some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.

I am a giant squid of anger.

Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.