I see myself as someone who makes things. Definitions have never done anything but constrain.

But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood.

I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.

I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.

I desperately wish I had my tambourine with me now, because even after everything I'm still wearing heavy boots, and sometimes it helps to play a good beat

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

The books could be completely worthless, and things we don't even read now could be considered the most important books.