There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

I like the idea of something greater than us. We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions. We are no closer to perfection than we were one hundred years ago, or five hundred.

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.

Time was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that our lives are a grid of seconds; even our pulses oblige. No succeeding king can hope to hold this kind of power.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.