It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.

He's stuck with me and I'm stuck with him. We're stuck. That's what growing up is all about, I guess.

At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.

We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.

You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.