Nothing has ever been so painful or delicious as being so close to him and being unable to do anything about it: like eating ice cream so fast on a hot day you get a splitting headache.

Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.

I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Are you ever afraid to go to sleep? Afraid of what comes next?” He smiles a sad little smile and I swear it’s like he knows. “Sometimes I’m afraid of what I’m leaving behind,” he says.

I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire.

Every choice is limited. That's life.

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music