The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not completely. I did my part too. I did it on a hundred different days and in a thousand different ways, and I know it. But this makes the anger worse, not better.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them.

people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.

I need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to love him.

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music