Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom.

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.

Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too. The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

Perfection is a promise, and a reassurance that we are not wrong.

Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and borders. It is an endless process interception and reinterception, doubling back and adjusting.

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